The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wand'ring light, Began to cry, but God ever nigh Appear'd like his father in white. He kissed the child & by the hand led And to his mother brought, Who in sorrow pale, thro' the lonely dale, Her little boy weeping sought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |