Lost In The Woods

Lost in the woods - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lost in the woods A hiker spends a day Wandering around Where some old logs Fallen and hallow found A fairy-land to him it seems And lost himself in dreams Where in the sweetest slumber In a cloudy-looking woods A green goblin he sees Shrouded with many a cloud A voice sweet in the charmed retreat Murmured echoing deep and wild Seeming to say something "I am learned and wise Rhyme your poems please I shall pay you a farthing And be eternally grateful to thee" Voice of an angle seemed singing He said while I am groping In the darkness today Guardian angel is leading the way Weary of life and its ceaseless strife Laid down my head on woods fallen and gray I found in the tuneful wood The voice of God Echoing soft and deep throughout the day