A Voice from the Nile, and Other Poems/William Blake
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He came to the desert of London townGrey miles long;He wandered up and he wandered down,Singing a quiet song.
He came to the desert of London town,Mirk miles broad;He wandered up and he wandered down.Ever alone with God.
There were thousands and thousands of human kindIn this desert of brick and stone:But some were deaf and some were blind,And he was there alone.
At length the good hour came; he diedAs he had lived, alone:He was not missed from the desert wide,Perhaps he was found at the Throne.
1866.