[
  {
    "title": "234. A Mother’s Lament for her Son’s Death",
    "author": "Robert Burns",
    "lines": [
      "FATE gave the word, the arrow sped,",
      "  And pierc’d my darling’s heart;",
      "And with him all the joys are fled",
      "  Life can to me impart.",
      "",
      "",
      "By cruel hands the sapling drops,",
      "  In dust dishonour’d laid;",
      "So fell the pride of all my hopes,",
      "  My age’s future shade.",
      "",
      "",
      "The mother-linnet in the brake",
      "  Bewails her ravish’d young;",
      "So I, for my lost darling’s sake,",
      "  Lament the live-day long.",
      "",
      "",
      "Death, oft I’ve feared thy fatal blow.",
      "  Now, fond, I bare my breast;",
      "O, do thou kindly lay me low",
      "  With him I love, at rest!"
    ],
    "linecount": "16"
  }
]