Monday, December 19, 2016

GOD EVER NIGH

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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.

2 comments:

Susan J. said...

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

Susan J. said...

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