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LITTLE BOY FOUND
The little boy lost in a lonely fen,
Led by the wand’ring light,
Began to cry; but God, even high,
Appear’d like the father in white.
He kissed the child &; by the hand led
And to his mother brought,
Who in sorrow pale, tho’ the lonely dale,
Her little boy wepping sought.
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