The Little Boy Found

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.

He kissed the child, and by the hand led,
And to his mother brought,
Who in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale,
The little boy weeping sought.

by William Blake

Comments (4)

I feel some thing strange when I read or heard? But love this one
How great is our God.
It's very brief, but brings a lot of meaning for the very few words that are written.
this poem is amazing