Little Lamb

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, 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 they 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

For Lenise

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Ah, Blake. Love him. Well, some of him. He swore when he was young he saw angels in a tree who inspired him.

Yet so often he sounds bitter.

Anyway, my Romantics professor never could read that poem without cracking up. It's so sickly sweet.
Posted by: GE at March 29, 2004 07:31 PM

Well, I wouldn't say sickly sweet. I like the Lamb and Piper images he uses.

I do enjoy Blake most if I'm in a certain frame of mind--the same one in which I like Cicely Mary Barker and dandilion green salad.
Posted by: TulipGirl at March 29, 2004 11:04 PM

When she was a baby, my father gave Christina a little stuffed lamb in the kneeling, prayer postion holding a scroll where he had typed that verse.
Posted by: Carol at March 30, 2004 12:03 PM

I love that poem! I had forgotten about it. I would love to make a nice wall hanging with it- thanks for the reminder!
Posted by: Lenise at March 30, 2004 03:43 PM

I read that to my class yesterday! How cool. We compared it to his Tiger poem.
Posted by: kristen at March 30, 2004 11:12 PM

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