William Blake
Songs of Innocence The Chimney Sweeper The Little Boy Found

 

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.