Arrayed in early beauty, mid the joys
Of feast and dance and song, who soon became
Themselves the parents of a race as bright,
And passing onwards to life’s calm decline,
In honourable age, with aspect mild,
Sat hoary-headed by the hearth to watch
Their children’s children act again the sports
That once were their delight. The voices heard
In olden times, within such walls, no more
Will echo softly there, but virtues bright