A Little Boy Lost - William Blake

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A Little Boy Lost - William Blake

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'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 seiz'd his hair: He led him by his little coat And all admir'd 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 stripp'd him to his little shirt And bound him in an iron chain; And burn'd him in a holy place Where many had been burn'd before: The weeping parents wept in vain Are such things done on Albion's shore?

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  • William Blake