Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean <br />The children walking two & two in red & blue & green <br />Grey headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow <br />Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow <br /> <br />O what a multitude they seemed these flowers of London town <br />Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own <br />The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs <br />Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands <br /> <br />Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song <br />Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among <br />Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor <br />Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-thursday-innocence/
