The Immortality of Virtue

From these numbers as they flow, Shepherd-maids this moral know; Soon shall Beauty's brightest bloom Moulder in the cheerless tomb; Charms that light the blaze of love, Soon the force of time shall prove; Vainly beams the glist'ning eye, Quench'd in dust each star shall lie; Yet when Death's destructive dart Chills to rest the beating heart, Virtue's flame unquench'd shall burn, Cheer the grave, and gild the urn.