The Little Girl Lost - Sunset Wings

In futurity

I prophetic see

That the earth from sleep

Grave the sentence deep

Shall arise and seek

For her maker meek

And in the desart wild

Become a garden mild

In the southern clime

Where the summer's prime

Never fades away

Lovely Lyca lay

Lovely Lyca lay

Seven summers old

Lovely Lyca told

She had wander'd long

Hearing wild birds' song

Sweet sleep come to me

Underneath this tree

Do father mother weep

Where can Lyca sleep

Where can Lyca sleep

Lost in desart wild

Is your little child

How can Lyca sleep

If her mother weep

If her heart does ake

Then let Lyca wake

If my mother sleep

Lyca shall not weep

Lyca shall not weep

Frowning frowning night

O'er this desart bright

Let thy moon arise

While I close my eyes

Sleeping Lyca lay

While the beasts of prey

Come from caverns deep

View'd the maid asleep

View'd the maid asleep

The kingly lion stood

And the virgin view'd

Then he gamboll'd round

O'er the hollow'd ground

Leopards tygers play

Round her as she lay

While the lion old

Bow'd his mane of gold

Bow'd his mane of gold

And her bosom lick

And upon her neck

From his eyes of flame

Ruby tears there came

While the lioness

Loos'd her slender dress

And naked they convey'd

To caves the sleeping maid