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A little boy lost – by William Blake

22 Jun

“Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.

“And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door.”

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.

And standing on the altar high,
“Lo, what a fiend is here! said he:
“One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy mystery.”

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such things done on Albion’s shore?

 
5 Comments

Posted by on June 22, 2011 in Poetry

 

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5 responses to “A little boy lost – by William Blake

  1. Jingle

    June 24, 2011 at 1:29 am

    AWESOME….

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    • Jeanie McBain

      June 24, 2011 at 10:08 am

      Yes I agree, it’s one of my favourite poems by William Blake 🙂

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  2. djs617

    June 24, 2011 at 1:39 pm

    Wow. This is good.

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    • Jeanie McBain

      June 24, 2011 at 2:37 pm

      Thank you, yes it is very good 🙂 I wish I had written it .
      Thank you for dropping by 🙂

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