Of Twilley’s fine pictures that hung on the wall.
They saw them pass out of the windows below,
Both single and double they filed in a row
Out into the world on the turbulent wave
To swim or to find there a watery grave;
And last came that motto, the “God Bless Our Home,”
Went floating away on the yellowish foam.
That grieved the poor Twilley. He didn’t care much
For pictures and albums or Bibles and such,
But that “God Bless Our Home” was the pride of his heart;