When Cupid holds our hearts in fee;
The days such happiness contain,
The nights bring merry revelry.
Our souls are tuned to highest key,
Our hearts from joy know not surcease;—
Yet this one truth comes home to me,
The dearest gift of Love is Peace.
When many roguish smiles enchain,
When many voices chime in glee,
An interest in them all I feign,