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The moon like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.
Songs of Innocence (1789)
Sing louder around
To the bells' cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the ecchoing green.
Songs of Innocence (1789)
"For washed in life's river,
My bright mane forever
Shall shine like the gold
As Iguard o'er the fold."
Songs of Innocence (1789)
When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still.
Songs of Innocence (1789)
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?
Songs of Innocence (1789)
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
Songs of Innocence (1789)
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.
Songs of Innocence (1789)
And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Songs of Innocence (1789)
I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our Father's knee;
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him and he will then love me.
Songs of Innocence (1789)
Little 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.
Songs of Innocence (1789)
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
"Pipe a song about a Lamb."
So I piped with merry cheer;
"Piper, pipe that song again."
So I piped; he wept to hear.
Songs of Innocence (1789)
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black as if bereaved of light.
Songs of Innocence (1789)