william blake - ghizela rowe - a little boy lost كلمات أغنية

‘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 seiz’d his hair:
he led him by his little coat
and all admir’d 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 stripp’d him to his little shirt
and bound him in an iron chain;

and burn’d him in a holy place
where many had been burn’d before:
the weeping parents wept in vain
are such things done on albion’s shore?

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