Virtue, Herbert (Vaughan Williams)
Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky,
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight;
For thou must die.
Sweet spring! full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows you have your closes,
And all must die.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul
Like seasoned timber, never gives;
But, though the whole World turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.