A Little Boy Lost by William Blake

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A Little Boy Lost
by William Blake
« Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.

« And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door. »

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.

And standing on the altar high,
« Lo, what a fiend is here! said he:
« One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy mystery. »

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such thing done on Albion’s shore?

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