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William Blake - Holy Thursday (Experience)William Blake - Holy Thursday (Experience)
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Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduced to misery. Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! And their sun does never shine. And their fields are bleak & bare. And their ways are fill`d with thorns It is eternal winter there. For where-e`er the sun does shine. And where-e`er the rain does fall: Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.
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