Poem by George MacDonald

Lost But Safe

Lost the little one roams about,
Pathway or shelter none can find;
Blinking stars are coming out;
No one is moving but the wind;
It is no use to cry or shout,
All the world is still as a mouse;
One thing only eases her mind:
'Father knows I'm not in the house!' 

1. The Gospel Women. 8. The Widow with the Two Mites
2. To Garibaldi, with a Book
3. A. M. D
4. To S. F. S.
5. The Gospel Women. 15. Mary

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