Hath often been ere now, love,
Thus driven from his mate;
But still he wakes his song, love,
Returning there anew;
And thus, oh, thus, ere long, love,
Will I return to you.
"A sweet little cherub sits up aloft to cheer us with his soothing symphony," said Professor to Toney.
"It is Tom Seddon," said Toney, glancing upward. "Just now he climbed up the rigging, inserted his person through the lubber's hole, and seated himself in the foretop."
"Where he is laudably exercising his lungs for the entertainment of the company below," said the Professor.