1789 - Songs of Innocence The Little Boy lost by William Blake     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, & the child did weep And away the vapour flew.   Poetry Main Page Poet's Main Page Top of this Page Home

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