Flowers Aren’t the Only Thing Sprouting Around Here

Today was Lael’s birthday.

The Lamb

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, woolly, 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!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!

William Blake

One thought on “Flowers Aren’t the Only Thing Sprouting Around Here”

  1. Basically I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes. Such beautiful pictures, such glowing grandchildren and such a verse. Joy.

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