I like this poem, and I like this painting; neither are related, I just thought I'd share.
The Lamb
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, 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
3 comments:
Of course, you can't read "The Lamb" without putting it alongside "The Tyger." Otherwise, you'd think Blake was a sweet, sentimental poet.
Way to break up the fantasy Miller....bubble buster.
This is true James, very true. But I tend to favor Blake's poems of innocence. Maybe that makes me naive and sentimental, who knows?
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