Poem 8:
THE LITTLE BOY LOST
THE LITTLE BOY LOST
| 'Father, father, where are you going? |
| O do not walk so fast! |
| Speak, father, speak to your little boy, |
| Or else I shall be lost.' |
| The night was dark, no father was there, |
| The child was wet with dew; |
| The mire was deep, and the child did weep, |
| And away the vapour flew. |
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