In the little low room where I courted my wife.

Long years have since pass’d o’er my darling and I,

The roses have vanish’d away from her cheek,

But the merciless moments, as onward they fly,

Leave love still undimm’d in her bosom so meek;

That love is the light to our faltering feet,

Our comfort in hours with sorrowing rife,

Our blessings in joy, as with joy ’twas replete,

In the little low room where I courted my wife,