The Girl That Lost Things

There was a girl that lost things--
    Nor only from her hand;
She lost, indeed--why, most things,
    As if they had been sand!

She said, "But I must use them,
    And can't look after all!
Indeed I did not lose them,
    I only let them fall!"

That's how she lost her thimble,
    It fell upon the floor:
Her eyes were very nimble
    But she never saw it more.

And then she lost her dolly,
    Her very doll of all!
That loss was far from jolly,
    But worse things did befall.

She lost a ring of pearls
    With a ruby in them set;
But the dearest girl of girls
    Cried only, did not fret.

And then she lost her robin;
    Ah, that was sorrow dire!
He hopped along, and--bob in--
    Hopped bob into the fire!

And once she lost a kiss
    As she came down the stair;
But that she did not miss,
    For sure it was somewhere!

Just then she lost her heart too,
    But did so well without it
She took that in good part too,
    And said--not much about it.

But when she lost her health
    She did feel rather poor,
Till in came loads of wealth
    By quite another door!

And soon she lost a dimple
    That was upon her cheek,
But that was very simple--
    She was so thin and weak!

And then she lost her mother,
    And thought that she was dead;
Sure there was not another
    On whom to lay her head!

And then she lost her self--
    But that she threw away;
And God upon his shelf
    It carefully did lay.

And then she lost her sight,
    And lost all hope to find it;
But a fountain-well of light
    Came flashing up behind it.

At last she lost the world:
    In a black and stormy wind
Away from her it whirled--
    But the loss how could she mind?

For with it she lost her losses,
    Her aching and her weeping,
Her pains and griefs and crosses,
    And all things not worth keeping;

It left her with the lost things
    Her heart had still been craving;
'Mong them she found--why, most things,
    And all things worth the saving.

She found her precious mother,
    Who not the least had died;
And then she found that other
    Whose heart had hers inside.

And next she found the kiss
    She lost upon the stair;
'Twas sweeter far, I guess,
    For ripening in that air.

She found her self, all mended,
    New-drest, and strong, and white;
She found her health, new-blended
    With a radiant delight.

She found her little robin:
    He made his wings go flap,
Came fluttering, and went bob in,
    Went bob into her lap.

So, girls that cannot keep things,
    Be patient till to-morrow;
And mind you don't beweep things
    That are not worth such sorrow;

For the Father great of fathers,
    Of mothers, girls, and boys,
In his arms his children gathers,
    And sees to all their toys.