Far better than silver and gold,—
Though these he’d perhaps have preferr’d.
“The sound of the church-going bell”
Till married to me he ignored;
And p’raps that he did was as well,
Since all through the sermon he snored.
But, since he first paid me his court,
I’ve never allowed him to snore;
His rollicking ways I’ve cut short,—
He slumbers serenely no more.