'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,

Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:

Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,

Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.

Oh what a multitude they seemed, 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 wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,

Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:

Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

The Complete Poems of William Blake - Complete Text

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• SONGS OF INNOCENCE
• THE SHEPHERD
• THE ECHOING GREEN
• THE LAMB
• THE LITTLE BLACK BOY
• THE BLOSSOM
• THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER
• THE LITTLE BOY LOST
• THE LITTLE BOY FOUND
• LAUGHING SONG
• A SONG
• DIVINE IMAGE
• HOLY THURSDAY
• NIGHT
• SPRING
• NURSE'S SONG
• INFANT JOY
• A DREAM
• ON ANOTHER'S SORROW
• SONGS OF EXPERIENCE
• EARTH'S ANSWER
• THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE
• HOLY THURSDAY
• THE LITTLE GIRL LOST
• THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND
• THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER
• NURSE'S SONG
• THE SICK ROSE
• THE FLY
• THE ANGEL
• THE TIGER
• MY PRETTY ROSE TREE
• AH SUNFLOWER
• THE LILY
• THE GARDEN OF LOVE
• THE LITTLE VAGABOND
• LONDON
• THE HUMAN ABSTRACT
• INFANT SORROW
• A POISON TREE
• A LITTLE BOY LOST
• A LITTLE GIRL LOST
• THE SCHOOLBOY
• TO TIRZAH
• THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD
• APPENDIX
• THE BOOK of THEL
• Sources