Classic Poem

His body lies interred within this mould,
Who died a young man yet departed old;
And in all strength of youth that man can have
Was ready still to drop into his grave:
For aged in virtue, with a youthful eye
He welcomed it, being still prepared to die,
And living so, though young deprived of breath,
He did not suffer an untimely death;
But we may say of his brave blest decease--
He died in war, and yet he died in peace.