And whistled—“poor Tom’s alone!”
7
As the tempest rises the strain grows wild,
And shrieks in the ocean’s roar—
When the storm is past it dies away,
And poor Tom is heard no more.
LITTLE LEAVES FOR LITTLE READERS.
And whistled—“poor Tom’s alone!”
7
As the tempest rises the strain grows wild,
And shrieks in the ocean’s roar—
When the storm is past it dies away,
And poor Tom is heard no more.