The little boy lost in the lonely fen, led by the wand'ring light, began to cry; But God, ever nigh, appear'd like his father, in white. He kissed the child, and by the hand led, and to his mother brought. Who in sorrow pale, thro' the lonely dale, here little boy weeping sought.

When the voice of children
are heard on the green and whisp'rings
are in the dale.
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
my face turns green and pale.
That was a better time...