Songs Of Innocence

Holy Thursday

• 'T was on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
• The children walking two & two, in red & blue & 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.
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• 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 & girls raising their innocent hands.
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• 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.