text: -- "Mother!"--she murmur'd--"who says I forgot? Mother! indeed indeed I kept fast hold And tied the shawl quite close--she can't be cold-- But she won't move--we slipt--I don't know how-- But I held on--and I'm so weary now-- And it's so dark and cold! oh dear! oh dear!-- And she won't move--if daddy was but here!" * * * * * Poor lamb--she wander'd in her mind 'twas clear-- But soon the piteous murmur died away And quiet in her father's arms she lay-- They their dead burthen had resign'd to take The living so near lost