Many his gains, his children few,
He pass’d his hours in peace;
But while he view’d his wealth increase,
While thus along life’s dusty road
The beaten track content he trod,
Old time, whose haste no mortal spares,
Uncall’d, unheeded, unawares,
Brought on his eightieth year.
And now one night in musing mood,
As all alone he sat,