The Little Boy Lost Poem by William Blake

The Little Boy Lost

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'Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to you 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, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suryendu Chaudhury 19 October 2020

The Divine force is our protector and guide.

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M Asim Nehal 08 February 2016

The mire was deep, and the child did weep, And away the vapour flew.

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