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..it's another Forest Fan related topic.
However, this is not a discussion, it's a poem by William Blake that I think is just fantastic, and very relevant. Read it in English Lit in College yesterday and it instantly rang some bells!
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A Little BOY Lost
Nought loves another as itself
Nor venerates another so
Nor is it possibe to Thought
A greater than itself to know
And Father, how can I love you,
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door
The Priest sat by and heard the child
In trembling zeal he siez'd his hair:
He led him by his little coat:
And all amir'd his Priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
Lo what a fiend is here! said he:
One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy Mystery.
The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They strip'd him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain.
And burn'd him in a holy place,
Where many had been burn'd before:
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such things done on Albions shore.
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By the way, Blake believed in God, but not Christianity.
However, this is not a discussion, it's a poem by William Blake that I think is just fantastic, and very relevant. Read it in English Lit in College yesterday and it instantly rang some bells!
------
A Little BOY Lost
Nought loves another as itself
Nor venerates another so
Nor is it possibe to Thought
A greater than itself to know
And Father, how can I love you,
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door
The Priest sat by and heard the child
In trembling zeal he siez'd his hair:
He led him by his little coat:
And all amir'd his Priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
Lo what a fiend is here! said he:
One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy Mystery.
The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They strip'd him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain.
And burn'd him in a holy place,
Where many had been burn'd before:
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such things done on Albions shore.
----------
By the way, Blake believed in God, but not Christianity.
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But the author is not even a Believer, is he?
Your religious zeal is kind of relevant here.
How does this relate to me?
..it's another Forest Fan related topic.
However, this is not a discussion, it's a poem by William Blake that I think is just fantastic, and very relevant. Read it in English Lit in College yesterday and it instantly rang some bells!
------
A Little BOY Lost
Nought loves another as itself
Nor venerates another so
Nor is it possibe to Thought
A greater than itself to know
And Father, how can I love you,
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door
The Priest sat by and heard the child
In trembling zeal he siez'd his hair:
He led him by his little coat:
And all amir'd his Priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
Lo what a fiend is here! said he:
One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy Mystery.
The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They strip'd him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain.
And burn'd him in a holy place,
Where many had been burn'd before:
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such things done on Albions shore.
----------
By the way, Blake believed in God, but not Christianity.
However, this is not a discussion, it's a poem by William Blake that I think is just fantastic, and very relevant. Read it in English Lit in College yesterday and it instantly rang some bells!
------
A Little BOY Lost
Nought loves another as itself
Nor venerates another so
Nor is it possibe to Thought
A greater than itself to know
And Father, how can I love you,
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door
The Priest sat by and heard the child
In trembling zeal he siez'd his hair:
He led him by his little coat:
And all amir'd his Priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
Lo what a fiend is here! said he:
One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy Mystery.
The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They strip'd him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain.
And burn'd him in a holy place,
Where many had been burn'd before:
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such things done on Albions shore.
----------
By the way, Blake believed in God, but not Christianity.
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