The Little Boy Lost/Found

Father, father, where are you going O do not walk so fast Speak father, speak to your 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 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 Her little boy weeping sought