By William Blake
‘Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green,
Grey-headed beadles walk’d before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames’ waters flow.
O what a multitude they seem’d, 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 and 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;
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
Holy Thursday: ‘Twas on a Holy Thursday, Their Innocent Faces Clean
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- Theft'? Loss of cheap power at issue
- John Deere Tractor
- My Cardigan Welsh Corgi Bitch
- Algernon Charles Swinburne
- LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING
- SOME keep the Sabbath going to church
- IT ’S like the light,—
- Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
- Each-Life-Converges by Emily Dickinson
- THE ROBIN
- The Lamb
- New Lamb born today
- The End of the Day
- KATHARINE TYNAN, A Favorite Irish Poet of Mine
- THE FLYING WHEEL
- OF ST. FRANCIS AND THE ASS
- Sheep and Lambs
- A Better Resurrection
- “GOOD FRIDAY” – by Christina G. Rossetti
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- The Last Supper (1542), Rome, Galleria Borghese
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- I grew up in Chautauqua County, NY. I graduated from Edinboro University of Pennyslvania in 1981 with a BFA in Jewelry and Metalworking. I have been married 31 years. I currently run a small business with my husband. We both enjoy the outdoors and animals a great deal and live on a tiny farm in Western, NY.