2.1.9.4: Songs of Experience- Holy Thursday

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    Songs of Experience: Holy Thursday

    Songs of Experience: Holy Thursday License: Public Domain William Blake

    Is this a holy thing to see,

    In a rich and fruitful land,

    Babes reducd to misery,

    Fed with cold and usurous hand?

    Is that trembling cry a song?

    Can it be a song of joy?

    And so many children poor?

    It is a land of poverty!

    And their sun does never shine.

    And their fields are bleak & bare.

    And their ways are fill'd with thorns.

    It is eternal winter there.

    For where-e'er the sun does shine,

    And where-e'er the rain does fall:

    Babe can never hunger there,

    Nor poverty the mind appall.

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