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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holy Thursday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">’Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,<br>The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green,<br>Grey-headed beadles walk'd before, with wands as white as snow,<br>Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames' waters flow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O what a multitude they seem'd, these flowers of London town!<br>Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own.<br>The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,<br>Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now like a mighty wind they raise to Heaven the voice of song,<br>Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among.<br>Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor;<br>Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=William+Blake&d=Songs+of+Innocence">Songs of Innocence</a></em></div>

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