Lost the little one roams about,
Pathway or shelter none can find;
Blinking stars are coming out;
No one is moving but the wind;
It is no use to cry or shout,
All the world is still as a mouse;
One thing only eases her mind:
“Father knows I’m not in the house!”
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Lost but Safe
by George MacDonald
From Standard Ebooks · standardebooks/george-macdonald_poetry
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