Who sat in this chamber dim and low,
But now a score of years ago,
With a youth who bore beside his name,
Which had never known the weight of blame,
A treasure placed in his trusty hand
By the sovereign lord of this mighty land.
“And it was in this chamber dim and low,
As the pendulum wide swung to and fro,
That this youth and the high-born hidalgo
Rattled a cursèd horn;