Poem 42: A LITTLE GIRL LOST
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| | Children of the future age, | |
| | Reading this indignant page, | |
| | Know that in a former time | |
| | Love, sweet love, was thought a crime. | |
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| | In the age of gold, | |
| | Free from winter's cold, | |
| | Youth and maiden bright, | |
| | To the holy light, | |
| | Naked in the sunny beams delight. | |
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| | Once a youthful pair, | |
| | Filled with softest care, | |
| | Met in garden bright | |
| | Where the holy light | |
| | Had just removed the curtains of the night. | |
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| | There, in rising day, | |
| | On the grass they play; | |
| | Parents were afar, | |
| | Strangers came not near, | |
| | And the maiden soon forgot her fear. | |
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| | Tired with kisses sweet, | |
| | They agree to meet | |
| | When the silent sleep | |
| | Waves o'er heaven's deep, | |
| | And the weary tired wanderers weep. | |
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| | To her father white | |
| | Came the maiden bright; | |
| | But his loving look, | |
| | Like the holy book, | |
| | All her tender limbs with terror shook. | |
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| | Ona, pale and weak, | |
| | To thy father speak! | |
| | O the trembling fear! | |
| | O the dismal care | |
| | That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!' | |
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