“His shroud was damp, his face was white:
He said,—"I cannot sleep,
Your tears have made my shroud so wet;
Oh, mother, do not weep!"
Oh, love is strong!—the mother's heart
Was filled with tender fears;
Oh, love is strong!—and for her child
Her grief restrained its tears.”

The Little Shroud from The London Literary Gazette (28th April 1832)
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

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“His shroud was damp, his face was white:He said,—"I cannot sleep,Your tears have made my shroud so wet;Oh, mother, do not weep!"Oh, love is strong!—the mother's heartWas filled with tender fears;Oh, love is strong!—and for her childHer grief restrained its tears.”

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“His shroud was damp, his face was white:
He said,—"I cannot sleep,
Your tears have made my shroud so wet;
Oh, mother, do not weep!"
Oh, love is strong!—the mother's heart
Was filled with tender fears;
Oh, love is strong!—and for her child
Her grief restrained its tears.”