„Chłopczyk znaleziony”

Chłopczyk zbłąkany wśród bagian pustkowia
Gdzie błędne wiodły go ognie,
Szlochał z rozpaczy, lecz Bóg go zobaczył
I dłoń mu podał jak ojciec

W płaczu utulił, uściskał i powiódł
Tam, gdzie mateczka struchlała
We łzach i żalu, w pustkowiu moczarów
Synka swojego szukała

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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