Behind me came a dame, Whose beauty was benign. And with her voice of fame She whispered I am fine. And very kind was she, With caring love to give. And in her voice of glee Does freedom gladly live. Where prudence has a place, Where gentle words are might, Marvelous is her grace And true is every wight. And with a merry voice She boldly told her name. And with bright words of choice Wisdom she did proclaim. - Joshua Aaron Guillory