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!