Poems of William Blake

 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!