Seba Smith wrote another ballad whose subject is the death in snow (sheet music at Levy).

Title: The Snow Storm. A Ballad.
Composer, Lyricist, Arranger: The words by Seba Smith; Music by L. Heath. Arranged for the Piano Forte by George Hews.
L. Heath George Hews Publication: Boston: Oliver Ditson, 115 Washington St., 1843.

THE SNOW STORM
(Seba Smith & L. Heath, 1843)

The cold wind swept the mountain's height,
And pathless was the dreary wild,
And mid the cheerless hours of night
A mother wandered with her child.

As through the drifted snows she pressed,
The babe was sleeping on her breast,
The babe was sleeping on her breast.

And colder still the winds did blow,
And darker hours of night came on,
And deeper grew the drifts of snow--
Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone.

"O God!" she cried, in accents wild,
"If I must perish, save my child,"
"If I must perish save my child."

She stript her mantle from her breast,
And bared her bosom to the storm;
As round the child she wrapped the vest,
She smiled to think that it was warm.

With one cold kiss, one tear she shed,
And sunk upon a snowy bed,
And sunk upon a snowy bed.

At dawn, a traveller passed by,
And saw her 'neath a snowy veil--
The frost of death was in her eye,
Her cheek was cold, and hard and pale--

He moved the robe from off the child;
The babe looked up, and sweetly smiled,
The babe looked up, and sweetly smiled.

~Masato