Songs of Innocence and of Experience, by William Blake, [1789-1794], at sacred-texts.com

p. 13

The Little Boy lost

Father, father, where are you going
O do not walk so fast.
Speak father, speak to your little boy
Or else I shall be lost,

The night was dark no father was there
The child was wet with dew.
The mire was deep, & the child did weep
And away the vapour flew.