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    Default A Little Boy Lost

    "Nought loves another as itself,
    Nor venerates another so,
    Nor is it possible to thought
    A greater than itself to know.







    "And, father, how can I love you
    Or any of my brothers more?
    I love you like the little bird
    That picks up crumbs around the door."

    The Priest sat by and heard the child;
    In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
    He led him by his little coat,
    And all admired the priestly care.

    And standing on the altar high,
    "Lo, what a fiend is here! said he:
    "One who sets reason up for judge
    Of our most holy mystery."

    The weeping child could not be heard,
    The weeping parents wept in vain:
    They stripped him to his little shirt,
    And bound him in an iron chain,

    And burned him in a holy place
    Where many had been burned before;
    The weeping parents wept in vain.

    William Blake



 

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