Poem 9:
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND
| The little boy lost in the lonely fen, |
| Led by the wandering light, |
| Began to cry, but God, ever nigh, |
| Appeared like his father, in white. |
| He kissed the child, and by the hand led, |
| And to his mother brought, |
| Who in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale, |
| Her little boy weeping sought. |
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