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...there, hut multitudes of lamhs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. How, like a mighty wind, they raise to heaven the voice...cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door." Under the influence of gayer feelings, he wrote what he called the Laughing Song — his pencil drew...

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...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...cherish pity lest you drive an angel from your door.'' Proceed we, however, to the more complicated schemes of modern charity, or at least those of them which...

...they raise to heaven their voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the^eats of heaven amuug ; Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the...cherish pity lest you drive an angel from your door." To relieve the somowhit lie ivy architecture of the interior of the cathedral, statues and monuments...

...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, 0i like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among : Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians...

...was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice...cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door. W. Blake. CXLVI. THE MILK-MAID O' THE FARM. (IN THE DORSET DIALECT.) BE the milk-maid o' the farm :...

...there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys andgirls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice...cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door. NIGHT. '"f^HE sun descending in the west, -A. The evening star does shine ; The birds are silent in...

...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, 9 Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among : Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians...

...multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice...pity, lest you drive an angel from your door. The children must be singing to-day. I do not see the churches ; I do not hear the children playing in...