1. The night of youth has passed away,
And grey hairs shine like dawn of day;

2. What though they be dust, if from my race
They mark the flight of time and trace

3. My journey to the tomb, and aid
In solace of the lonely shade?

4. I rode when shifted little hair
Dark to ashen grey and spare,

5. The key’s lost that could set me free
To meet my loves, and turn'd the key.