આ પાનાનું પ્રુફરીડિંગ થઈ ગયું છે
Like the eagle's pinions, free and fast.
But a pang will rise with sad alloy
To soften my spirit and sink my joy
Wien I think how dismal their voice must be
To a mother who hath a child at sea.
Eliza Cook
Like the eagle's pinions, free and fast.
But a pang will rise with sad alloy
To soften my spirit and sink my joy
Wien I think how dismal their voice must be
To a mother who hath a child at sea.
Eliza Cook
