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Children Lost and Found



By Mary Wacaster

Children Lost and Found
 
Whence hath flown the happy hours
which filled our dreams at close of day?
Lonely are the empty bowers;
gone the children's laughter and their play.

Oh, that would the little things
of life's greatest joy be yet more;
The happiness a memory brings
That our hearts knew before.

Loosen not the enduring faith
that binds us as a child, as one;
Not as a wandering wraith
wandering wild, but walking as a son.

Our Father holds us ever near
Our peace is His delight.
He knows our joy and our fear;
His faithful Love became our Light.