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I have no pain, dear mother, now, but oh! I am so dry, Just moisten poor Jim*s lips once more, and mother don't you cry." With gentle trembling haste she holds a tea-cup to his lips, He smiles to thank her, then he takes three little tiny sips; "Tell father, when he comes from work, I said 'Good Night' to him; And, mother, now I'll go to sleep." Alas! poor little Jim. She sees that he is dying, that the child she loves so dear Has uttered the last words that she may ever hope to hear. The cottage door is opened, the collier's step is heard, The father and the mother meet, yet neither speak a word; He feels that all is over, he knows his child is dead, He takes the candle in his hand and walks towards the bed; His quivering lip gives token of the grief he'd fain conceal, And, see ! the mother joins him, the stricken couple kneel, With hearts "bowed down with sorrow," they humbly ask of Him, In Heaven once more to meet again their own poor ","