Little Lamb who made thee 

         Dost thou 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 wooly bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice! 

         Little Lamb who made thee 

         Dost thou know 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. 

Ποτέ δεν θα ξεχάσω την στιγμή που γεννήθηκε ένα αρνάκι μπροστά στα μάτια μου.

         Little Lamb God bless thee.

the divine image - William Blake

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God, our father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is Man, his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew;
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.

The Sick Rose - William Blake

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.