English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
William Blake
358. Holy Thursday
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The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green,
Grey headed beadles walk’d before, with wands as white as snow,
Till unto the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames’ waters flow.
Seated in companies, they sit with radiance all their own.
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among.
Beneath them sit the agèd men, wise guardians of the poor;
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.