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66 The storm came on before its time,

She wander'd up and down,

And many a hill did Lucy climb

But never reach'd the Town.

The wretched Parents all that night

Went shouting far and wide;

But there was neither sound nor sight

To serve them for a guide.

At day-break on a hill they stood

That overlook'd the Moor;

And thence they saw the Bridge of Wood

A furlong from their door.

And now they homeward turn'd, and cry'd

"In Heaven we all shall meet!

When in the snow the Mother spied

The print of Lucy's feet.