And waved his hands to the rest of them.
But we saw that his eyes had lost their fire,
And his dear little voice began to tire;
He lay quite still for a little while,
With eyes half-closed and a peaceful smile.
Then “Mammy,” he said, and never stirred,
And his mother bent for the whispered word;
“Give him his carrot each second day,”
Our Tommy murmured, and passed away.