And as golden as it could be.
“Just think,” the children all called in a breath,
“Tom Wood has run off to sea!
He wouldn’t, I know, if he’d only had
As happy a home as we.”
The night came down, and the good wife smiled
To herself, as she softly said:
“’Tis so sweet to labor for those we love—
It’s not strange that maids will wed!”