THE LAMB

Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little lamb, I'll tell thee;
Little lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little lamb, God bless thee.
Little lamb, God bless thee.
--William Blake.

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THE AGE OF INNOCENCE
Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792)

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SOME MURMUR WHEN THEIR SKY IS CLEAR

Some murmur when their sky is clear
And wholly bright to view,
If one small speck of dark appear
In their great heaven of blue.
And some with thankful love are filled,
If but one streak of light,
One ray of God's good mercy gild
The darkness of their night.
In palaces are hearts that ask,
In discontent and pride,
Why life is such a dreary task
And all good things denied.
And hearts in poorest huts admire
How love has in their aid,
Love that not ever seems to tire,
Such rich provision made.
--Archbishop Trench.

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LITTLE DROPS OF WATER

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the pleasant land.
Then the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.
--Ebenezer Cobham Brewer.

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