Dainty knave all forlorn
On a hope that now is gone
He thought it so but wrong was he
For ne'er to be and gone was she

Her air so meek, and mild, and rare,
All he looned this life to bear
His fancies vast and wild with flare,
Yet not even once thought he to dare

Like fair June or meadows bright,
Threadbare green, her daily plight
And on her face were smiles the while
Which would've had him tread many-a-mile

Two were they, one so alike the other
Their Grace abounding ,for in them saw he his mother
Approached the pair on that morrow
As they stole towards two, one with sorrow

"What say you on this young lad?"
Asked Grace with Courage to the boy so sad

"Seven-and-ten be I in three,
Then so with time might I be free"

"But chains nor holds we do not see,
Then why doth thou lack any glee?"

"My heart is bound by time truly past,
Haunted at night by memories to last"

"Forget not what you've all but claimed
Lest you forget our dainty names...
Lady Grace and Saintly Courage."