Her children cry'd to her alone;
"O, give us food, mother," they said;
'Twould have broke a heart of stone,
To hear the piteous moan they made.
With weeping tears she did reply,
"My heart is overwhelm'd with grief;
To your rich uncle we will hye,
And see if he will yield relief.
"He told your father thus in love,
Before this world he bid adieu,