A LITTLE GIRL LOST
Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant
page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a
crime.
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and
maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams
delight.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in
garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the
night.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were
afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her
fear.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent
sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers
weep.
To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving
look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror
shook.
"Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling
fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!"
A LITTLE GIRL LOST
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