Returned we were from Avebury,
Sitting in candle-lit room so grand,
Together and alone, after having tea,
I asked and received your hand.
Your mother had celebrated sixty
On that day when I proposed,
Now she has seen half as many
Again as that, and as we rose
To depart southward for home, said:
"Take good care of her" (meaning my wife).
I replied with hand on hers and lifted head:
"She is the light of my life."
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