But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold,
Was that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.


'Christmas at Sea' (1890)


But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold, Was that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.

But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold, Was that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.

But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold, Was that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.

But all that I could think of, in the darkness and the cold, Was that I was leaving home and my folks were growing old.