William Blake, Songs of Innocence: Holy Thursday
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Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow
O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town
Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own
The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs
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Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among
Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor
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Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door
Notes
line 2: In the facsimile, the last clear letters are "gre", with two following lowercase letters partly visible. [ Back to text ]