Nay—for I love him all the better for it—
God bless him, he shall sit upon my knees
And I will tell him tales of foreign parts,
And make him merry, when I come home again.
Come Annie, come, cheer up before I go.’ 200
Him running on thus hopefully she heard,
And almost hoped herself; but when he turn’d
The current of his talk to greater things
In sailor fashion roughly sermonizing
On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard, 205