<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38366" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holy Thursday</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this a holy thing to see<br>In a rich and fruitful land,<br>Babes reduced to misery<br>Fed with cold and usurous hand?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is that trembling cry a song?<br>Can it be a song of joy?<br>And so many children poor?<br>It is a land of poverty!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And their sun does never shine.<br>And their fields are bleak & bare.<br>And their ways are fill'd with thorns.<br>It is eternal winter there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For where-e’er the sun does shine,<br>And where-e’er the rain does fall:<br>Babe can never hunger there,<br>Nor poverty the mind appall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a> from <i>Songs of Experience</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38366" data-title="Holy Thursday de William Blake" data-description="Is this a holy thing to see/In a rich and fruitful land,/Babes reduced to misery/Fed with cold and usurous hand?/Is that trembling cry a song?/Can it be a song of joy?/And so many children poor?/It is a land of poverty!/And their sun does never sh..."></div> </div> </div>

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