- 10 - SONGS 13 The Little Boy lost t Father, father, where are you going O do not walk so fast. Speak father, speak to your little boy Or else I shall be lost, The night was dark no father was there The child was wet with dew, The mire was deep, & the child did weep And away the vapour flew. SONGS 14 The Little Boy Found The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wand'ring light, Began to cry, but God ever nigh, Appeard like his father in white. He kissed the child & by the hand led And to his mother brought, Who in sorrow pale, thro' the lonely dale Her little boy weeping sought.
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Monday, December 19, 2016
GOD EVER NIGH
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2 comments:
Oh. My. Goodness. How lovely, and how very timely.
We are all little children deep down, aren't we? In need of Light, to lead us home...
In love, gratitude, and friendship,
Susan
Maybe you already know this video - I found it fascinating:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fl0yBrI24XM&feature=youtu.be
London
By William Blake
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
Hi Ellie - I've been looking at this poem and picture every day all week - thinking of you and Larry -- I just showed the picture to Don, and read him the two Little Boy poems....
Much love,
Susan
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