  Wept the Child that no one knew, Wandering on, without a clew; Wept so softly none did stay; So, farther yet, he went astray. Cried the Lamb that missed the fold, Trembling more from fear than cold— “I am lost, and thou art lost— Both upon the wide world tossed! Why not wander on together, Through the bright or cloudy weather?” Then the Child that no one knew Looked through eyes that shone like dew. Laughed, and wept, “Lost as I am, Come with me, thou poor lost Lamb!” Moaned the youngling wood-dove left By the flock, of flight bereft, “Thou art lost, and we are lost— All upon the wide world tossed! Why not wander on together, Through the bright or cloudy weather?” Then the Child that no one knew Closer to the nestling drew, Hand beneath, and hand above, Thus he held the quivering Dove. Still they wander on together, Through the bright or cloudy weather,— Spotless Lamb and Dove and Child, Comrades in the lonesome wild; Child and Lamb and nestling Dove,— Truth and Innocence and Love! Blest their hearth, and blest their field, Who to these a shelter yield. |
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