Holy Thursday by William Blake-Complete Poem

‘Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean  

The children walking two & two in red & blue & green

Grey-headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow,    

Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow

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O what a multitude they seemed 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

Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands

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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

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door


-William Blake

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