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The Little Boy Lost

"Father, father, where are you going?  Oh do not walk so fast!

Speak, father, speak to you 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.

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William Blake

William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake …

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