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Lyric Poem · Peace

Holy Thursday

by William Blake

1Is this a holy thing to see

2 In a rich and fruitful land, —

3Babes reduced to misery,

4 Fed with cold and usurous hand?

5Is that trembling cry a song?

6 Can it be a song of joy?

7And so many children poor?

8 It is a land of poverty!

9And their son does never shine,

10 And their fields are bleak and bare,

11And their ways are filled with thorns:

12 It is eternal winter there.

13For where'er the sun does shine,

14 And where'er the rain does fall,

15Babes should never hunger there,

16 Nor poverty the mind appall.

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Poem
Holy Thursday
Poet
William Blake
Length
16 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Peace, Winter, Nature

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16 lines · 4 quatrains
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Author record
William Blake1757–1827
Source record
PoetryDBHoly Thursday by william-blake, PoetryDB transcription
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