Bright images true of my earliest life,
And there, ’mid the fairest of all that is seen,
Is the little low room where I courted my wife,
Is the little low room where I courted my wife.
That low, humble room seem’d a palace of light,
As love held his torch, and illumined the scene,
With glory of state and profusion bedight,
Where I was a monarch, my darling a queen;
Ourselves were our subjects, pledged loyal were each,
And which should love best was our heartiest strife;