Thus Arm in Arm with thee I dare defy my century into the lists.

Ah, to that far distant strand Bridge there was not to convey, Not a bark was near at hand, Yet true love soon found the way.

O that it might remain eternally green, The beautiful time of youthful love.

I have enjoyed earthly happiness, I have lived and loved.

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.

Glory to Women! They weave and entwine heavenly roses into an earthly life.