"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. "My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem; "And often after sunset, sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. "The first that died was little Jane- Till God released her of her pain, "So in the churchyard she was laid; My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?” The little maiden did reply, "Oh, master, we are seven!" |