Through winter, and sleet, and snow;
Song, in my sailor's ear,
Your shrilling and moans shall be,
For he knows they sing him to me
And Christmas that comes so near.
RICHARD WATSON GILDER
With wild surprise
Four great eyes
Through winter, and sleet, and snow;
Song, in my sailor's ear,
Your shrilling and moans shall be,
For he knows they sing him to me
And Christmas that comes so near.
RICHARD WATSON GILDER
With wild surprise
Four great eyes