<h3><SPAN name="24">THE LITTLE GIRL LOST</SPAN></h3>
In futurity<br/>
I prophesy<br/>
That the earth from sleep<br/>
(Grave the sentence deep)
<br/><br/>Shall arise, and seek<br/>
For her Maker meek;<br/>
And the desert wild<br/>
Become a garden mild.
<br/><br/>In the southern clime,<br/>
Where the summer’s prime<br/>
Never fades away,<br/>
Lovely Lyca lay.
<br/><br/>Seven summers old<br/>
Lovely Lyca told.<br/>
She had wandered long,<br/>
Hearing wild birds’ song.
<br/><br/>‘Sweet sleep, come to me,<br/>
Underneath this tree;<br/>
Do father, mother, weep?<br/>
Where can Lyca sleep?
<br/><br/>‘Lost in desert wild<br/>
Is your little child.<br/>
How can Lyca sleep<br/>
If her mother weep?
<br/><br/>‘If her heart does ache,<br/>
Then let Lyca wake;<br/>
If my mother sleep,<br/>
Lyca shall not weep.
<br/><br/>‘Frowning, frowning night,<br/>
O’er this desert bright<br/>
Let thy moon arise,<br/>
While I close my eyes.’
<br/><br/>Sleeping Lyca lay,<br/>
While the beasts of prey,<br/>
Come from caverns deep,<br/>
Viewed the maid asleep.
<br/><br/>The kingly lion stood,<br/>
And the virgin viewed:<br/>
Then he gambolled round<br/>
O’er the hallowed ground.
<br/><br/>Leopards, tigers, play<br/>
Round her as she lay;<br/>
While the lion old<br/>
Bowed his mane of gold,
<br/><br/>And her bosom lick,<br/>
And upon her neck,<br/>
From his eyes of flame,<br/>
Ruby tears there came;
<br/><br/>While the lioness<br/>
Loosed her slender dress,<br/>
And naked they conveyed<br/>
To caves the sleeping maid.
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