And no one looked upward, but every one out.
VI.
“The children grew restless, the tirewomen bold,
And the beadle cried out, ‘Run, run! I’ve no doubt
’Tis Sir Francis Drake and his shipload of gold!
It will make us all rich, and we’ll have a new bell.’
Then the beadle ran out; and the clerk and the squire
Said, ‘We’ll now put new shingles upon the old spire!’
Ran the sailors and women and tradespeople all;
And the deaconess, who could not her feelings repress,