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I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER
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I remember, I remember
 The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
 Were close against the sky:
It was childish ignorance,
 But now ’tis little joy
To knew I’m farther off from heav’n
 Than when I was a boy.
Hood. 

THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost than know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice
Making all the vales rejoice;
 Little Lamb. who made thee?
 Dost thou knew who made thee?

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee.
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb:—
He is meek and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
 Little Lamb, God bless thee;
 Little Lamb, God bless thee.
W. Blake. 

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