Wandering on, without a clew;
Wept so softly none did stay;
So, farther yet, he went astray.
Cried the Lamb that missed the fold,
Trembling more from fear than cold—
“I am lost, and thou art lost—
Both upon the wide world tossed!
Why not wander on together,
Through the bright or cloudy weather?”
Then the Child that no one knew