Love Used To Carry A Bow, You Know, But Now He Carries A Taper; It Is Either A Length Of Wax Aglow, Or A Twist Of Lighted Paper. I Pondered A Little About The Scamp, And Then I Decided To Follow His Wandering Journey To Field And Camp, Up Hill, Down Dale Or Hollow. I Dogged The Rollicking, Gay, Young Blade In Every Species Of Weather; Till, Leading Me Straight To The Home Of A Maid He Left Us There Together. And Then I Saw It, Oh, Sweet Surprise, The Taper It Set A-Burning The Love-Light Brimming My Lady'S Eyes, And My Heart With The Fire Of Yearning.