32. THE LOST CHILD.(notes)Two days had pass'd; the anxious search was vainThe wilder'd child in forest wide to find;But pity call'd once more the neighbors kindEach darksome nook t' explore with care and pain.In far-stretch'd rank, like fleet upon the main,Well rang'd by wisdom are their toils combin'd,—With law—"If dead, a single horn shall wind:—Alive, let gun and horn ring merry strain!"—"Hark!"—as the Father lay with ear to ground,He cried;—"Alas, my wife, the single horn!—Oh no! Gun, horn, and shout the forest shake!"—So, when the wilder'd, sinning man is found,By grace recover'd and to goodness born,From angel hosts the shouts of joy outbreak.
32. THE LOST CHILD.(notes)
Two days had pass'd; the anxious search was vainThe wilder'd child in forest wide to find;But pity call'd once more the neighbors kindEach darksome nook t' explore with care and pain.In far-stretch'd rank, like fleet upon the main,Well rang'd by wisdom are their toils combin'd,—With law—"If dead, a single horn shall wind:—Alive, let gun and horn ring merry strain!"—"Hark!"—as the Father lay with ear to ground,He cried;—"Alas, my wife, the single horn!—Oh no! Gun, horn, and shout the forest shake!"—So, when the wilder'd, sinning man is found,By grace recover'd and to goodness born,From angel hosts the shouts of joy outbreak.
Two days had pass'd; the anxious search was vain
The wilder'd child in forest wide to find;
But pity call'd once more the neighbors kind
Each darksome nook t' explore with care and pain.
In far-stretch'd rank, like fleet upon the main,
Well rang'd by wisdom are their toils combin'd,—
With law—"If dead, a single horn shall wind:—
Alive, let gun and horn ring merry strain!"—
"Hark!"—as the Father lay with ear to ground,
He cried;—"Alas, my wife, the single horn!—
Oh no! Gun, horn, and shout the forest shake!"—
So, when the wilder'd, sinning man is found,
By grace recover'd and to goodness born,
From angel hosts the shouts of joy outbreak.