The Lamb -- William Blake

Guest poem submitted by Daniel Ma:
Here's a submission in anticipation of the coming Holiday season.

(Poem #1405) The Lamb Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight; Softest clothing, wooly, 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 thy 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

 From 'Songs of Innocence', 1789.

Given the lurid fantasticism that we generally associate with Blake,
here's a little gem that sparkles with simplicity and innocence.  Place
this in contrast, against, say, "The Tyger" (Minstrels Poem #66)

I can never read these lines without strains of "Messiah" running
through my head: "He shall feed His flock like a shepherd, and He shall
gather the lambs with His arm, and gently lead those that are with
young...".

Daniel.

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William Blake:
Poem #26, Jerusalem
Poem #66, The Tyger
Poem #97, The Fly
Poem #368, Auguries of Innocence
Poem #546, The Sick Rose
Poem #771, The Divine Image
Poem #1087, A Poison Tree