Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,
And will not know where to find them;
They are over the height and out of sight,
Trust him in the common light;
Trust him in the awesome night;
Trust him when the earth doth quake:
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Love alone is great in might,
Makes the heavy burden light,
Smooths rough ways to weary feet,
Makes the bitter morsel sweet:
'Come, children, put away your toys;
Roll up that kite's long line;
The day is done for girls and boys-