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WILLIAM BLAKE

500 Reeds of Innocence

PIPING down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me:


'Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again ;' So I piped, he wept to hear.

'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!' So I sung the same again, While he wept with joy to hear.

'Piper, sit thce down and write In a book that all may read.' So he vanish'd from my sight; And I pluck'd a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.

501 The Little Black Boy

MY mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O, my soul is white' White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

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