His First Love, and His Last.
He lived to dwell contentedly
Upon his native plain,
He lived to share in village sports,
With village friends again:
To cheer the stormy winter’s night
With tales of peril past,
Lived happy with a happy wife,
His first love, and his last.
Oh! he could tell of conquering foes,
Captivity and pain ;
Of dungeon deep, and stratagem
That broke the galling chain :
She listen’d, and could scarce believe
The danger really past ;
Then whisper’d low, “ Thou’rt safe with me,
My first love, and my last.”