The hours are viewless angels,
That still go gliding by,
And bear each moment's record up
To Him that sits on high. [ C. P. Cranch ]

Ye realms, yet unrevealed to human sight,
Ye gods who rule the regions of the night.
Ye gliding ghosts permit me to relate
The mystic wonders of your silent state. [ Dryden ]

All is gentle; nought Stirs rudely; but congenial with the night.
Whatever walks is gliding like a spirit. [ Byron ]

When we see our enemies and friends gliding away before us, let us not forget that we are subject to the general law of mortality, and shall soon be where our doom will be fixed forever. [ Johnson ]