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'TWAS "WAS on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
Came children walking two and two, in red, and
blue, and green: Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as
snow, Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters
Oh what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London
town! Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of
song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among: Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor. Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
WHEN the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the meadows laugh with lively green,
When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Answer to a Child's Question
The Linnet and Thrush say, “I love and I love !"
S. T. Coleridge.