Peace, meek of eye, extends her soft controul,
And drives the fury Passions far away.
Virtue, the daughter of the skies supreme,
Directs their life, informs their glowing lays—
A steady friend; her animating beam
Sheds its soft lustre o'er their latter days.
When life's warm fountains feel the frost of time;
When the cold dews of darkness close their eyes,
She shows the parting soul, upraised sublime,
The brighter glories of her kindred skies.