the snow. XIV. Heard, have you? what? they have told you he never repented his sin. How do they know it? are they his mother? are you of his kin? Heard! have you ever heard, when the storm on the downs began, The wind that 'ill wail like a child and the sea that 'ill moan like a man? XV. Election, Election and Reprobation -- it's all very well. But I go to-night to my boy, and I shall not find him in Hell. For I cared so much for my boy that the Lord has look'd into my care, And He means me I'm sure to be happy with Willy, I know not where. XVI. And if he be lost -- but to save my soul, that is all your desire: Do you think that I care for my soul if my boy be gone to the fire? I have been with God in the dark -- go, go, you may leave me alone -- You never have borne a child -- you are just as hard as a stone. XVII. Madam, I beg your pardon! I think that you mean to be kind, But I cannot hear what you say for my Willy's voice in the wind -- The snow and the sky so bright -- he used but to call in the dark, And he calls to me now from the church and not from the gibbet -- for hark! Nay -- you can hear it yourself