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The brother knew well the castle old, / Every closet, each outlook fair, / Every turret and bartizan bold, / Every chamber, garnished or bare. / The brother was out in the heavenly air; / Little ones lost the starry way, / Wandered down the dungeon stair. / The brother missed them, and on the clay / Of the dungeon-floor he found them all. / Up they jumped when they heard him call! / He led the little ones into the day -- / Out and up to the sunshine gay, / Up to the father's own door-sill -- / In at the father's own room door, / There to be merry and work and play, / There to come and go at their will, / Good boys and girls to be lost no more!