Bow’d himself down, and in that mystery
Where God-in-man is one with man-in-God,
Pray’d for a blessing on his wife and babes
Whatever came to him: and then he said
‘Annie, this voyage by the grace of God 190
Will bring fair weather yet to all of us.
Keep a clean hearth and a clear fire for me,
For I’ll be back, my girl, before you know it.’
Then lightly rocking baby’s cradle ‘and he,
This pretty, puny, weakly little one,— 195