The Lamb
by William Blake
Little Lamb who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & 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 & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb God bless thee.
I saw this statue outside an empty house set back in the woods away from the road. It seemed an unlikely setting for a lamb: why? Given a lamb and a question, Blake’s poem immediately came to mind.
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful – the Lord God made them all!
I LIKE THE POEM and kind of remembered the first few lines.
Thanks!