Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & green Grey headed beadles walkd before with wands as white as snow Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM I SIT AND LOOK OUT by WALT WHITMAN A SATIRE [OR, SATYR] AGAINST MANKIND by JOHN WILMOT AUTUMN MALADE by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |