In this wine of the South—this foaming Champagne!
The Lady of Disco—that right queenly Dane,
With whom we have left (let the wine freely flow),
Our hearts and bright wishes and prayers also.
“May the bleak Norland winter—that night of despair—
Leave the bloom in her cheek and the gold in her hair,
And the light in her eye, as bright as the blue
Of the sky in the summer, the clouds breaking through.
Those round her she loves, may the storms, sweeping wild,
Pass over them gently—the father and child.