’Neath the Southern Cross at Christmas-tide,
And whose form had been sunk in the deep, moving sea
In the festival days of Nativity.
IX.
“When the folks sought the church to talk of the news,
Came the wise little woman who opened the pews,
And she said to the parson, ‘I’m sorry indeed;
’Tis not that kind of gold that our spirits most need,
But the gold of the Word, the heart and the deed.
The Sea Knight has only that true gold to-day