Winter, drawn by A. Hunt, 1864. The sun is sinking-in the wintry sky, And all the landscape lies enwrappd in snow; The day is dying, and to see it die Come youth and age, who watch the fading glow. Age looks forth wistfully, and longs to go Thus gently, silently, to peaceful rest: Youth, full of hope, unconscious of lifes woe, Gazes in gladness on the glowing west. Old age is weary - he has played his part - Lifes wintry day is drawing to its close; But spring is shining in the childs young heart, Like dewdrops gleaming on the budding rose. The night is coming; but the morn is near, When light, and life, and hope shall reappear. From "Illustrated London News", 1864.