[guide.chat] Poem Holy Thursday.
- From: "Judith Appleton" <judith.appleton@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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- Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2011 14:52:07 +0100
Holy Thursday.
Twas on a Holy Thursday,
Their innocent faces clean,
The Children walking two and two,
in Red and Blue and Green,
Grey headed Beadles walked before,
with Wands as White as Snow.
Till in to the high domes of Paul's
they like Thames waters flow.
O! what a multitude they seemed,
These Flowers of London Town.
Seated in companies they sit,
with radiance all their own.
The hum of Multitudes was there,
But Multitudes of Lambs.
Thousands of little boys and Girls,
raising their innocent hands.
Now like a mighty Wind,
they raise to Heaven, the voice of song,
or like harmonious thunderings,
the seats of Heaven among.
beneath them sit the age-ed men ,
wise guardians of the Poor.
Then cherish Pity,
Lest you drive an angel from your door.
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