The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed Ayouth, who bore,'mid snow and ice, A banner with a strange device, Excelsior!
Here rest his head upon the lap of earth Ayouth to fortune and to fame unknown. Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.thomas gray
Still round and round the ghosts of Beauty glide, And haunt the places where their honour died. See how the world its veterans rewards! Ayouth of frolics, an old age of cards.Alexander Pope