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The Little Boy Found
William Blake
The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wand’ring light, Began to cry, but God ever nigh, Appeared 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.
