written by William BlakeLittle Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
William Blake
written by William Blake, published on Mon 02.25.2008 at 17:12
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
The children walking two & two in red & blue & green
written by William Blake, published on Sat 02.16.2008 at 17:34
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce
And dost not know the Garment from the Man
Every Harlot was a Virgin once
written by William Blake, published on Thu 02.07.2008 at 09:45
AFRICA
I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet:
He sung it to four harps at the tables of Eternity.
written by William Blake, published on Fri 02.01.2008 at 14:52
'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:
written by William Blake, published on Sun 01.20.2008 at 02:19
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
written by William Blake, published on Sat 12.29.2007 at 16:13
If it is true, what the Prophets write,
That the heathen gods are all stocks and stones,
