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Holy Thursday (Notebook)

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From Notebook, p. 103, reversed. First draft of the poem Holy Thursday (Blake, 1794) in Songs of Experience

1543951Notebook 51. Holy ThursdayWilliam Blake
Notebook 51 - Holy Thursday



Holy Thursday[1]

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich & fruitful land,
Babes reduced to misery?
Fed with cold & usurous hand?

Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so great a number poor?
'Tis is a land of poverty.

And their sun does never shine,
And their fields are bleak & bare.
And their ways are fill'd with thorns.
'Tis eternal winter there.

But where'er the sun does shine,
And where'er the rain does fall:
Babe can never hunger there,
Nor poverty the mind appall.

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  1. "Blake Complete Writings", ed. Geoffrey Keynes, pub. OUP 1966/85, p. 181.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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