A Little Girl Lost

Children of the future age,     Reading this indignant page,     Know that in a former time     Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.     In the age of gold,     Free from winter's cold,     Youth and maiden bright,     To the holy light,     Naked in the sunny beams delight.     Once a youthful pair,     Filled with softest care,     Met in garden bright     Where the holy light     Had just removed the curtains of the night.     Then, in rising day,     On the grass they play;     Parents were afar,     Strangers came not near,     And the maiden soon forgot her fear.     Tired with kisses sweet,     They agree to meet     When the silent sleep     Waves o'er heaven's deep,     And the weary tired wanderers weep.     To her father white     Came the maiden bright;     But his loving look,     Like the holy book     All her tender limbs with terror shook.     "Ona, pale and weak,     To thy father speak!     Oh the trembling fear!     Oh the dismal care     That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!"