THE LITTLE BOY LOST
 
 "Father, father, where are you going?
   Oh do not walk so fast!
 Speak, father, speak to you 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.