Behind Me Came a Dame by Joshua Aaron Guillory

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