Said, ‘Run, and it may be I’ll get a new dress.’
Till—oh, ’tis a scandalous story to tell—
Till no one was left save quaint Rector Mews
And the wise little woman who opened the pews;
Only she, and the figures of saints on the wall.
Then the rector said, ‘Susan, we might as well run;
There’s a ship coming in from the isles of the sun.
It bodes good to us all, this remarkable news;
I’ll run, while you shut up the pulpit and pews.
’Tis not every day I am called to behold