A ship from the Indies all loaded with gold!
’Twill make us so rich we’ll all things make new,
And have a new hassock in every pew!’
And he doffed his long robe in a hurry, and he
Ran after the others all down to the quay.
“Susan heard the men shouting on roof-top and shore,
The boom of the cannon, the answering gun.
But she turned from the church to her thatched-cottage door,
And was thankful her riches had made her so poor.
VII.