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Farewell, green fields and happy groves, Where flocks have took delight, Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves The feet of angels bright;
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The moon, like a flower In heaven’s high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.
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The sun descending in the West, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine.
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Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor. Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
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Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
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The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
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O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own.
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Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames waters flow.
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’Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red, and blue, and green:
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Then every man, of every clime, That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine: Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
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For Mercy has a human heart; Pity, a human face; And Love, the human form divine: And Peace the human dress.
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For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is God our Father dear; And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is man, His child and care.
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To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.
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Smiles on thee, on me, on all, Who became an infant small; Infant smiles are His own smiles; Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
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Wept for me, for thee, for all, When He was an infant small. Thou His image ever see, Heavenly face that smiles on thee!
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Sweet babe, in thy face Holy image I can trace; Sweet babe, once like thee Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:
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Sleep, sleep, happy child! All creation slept and smiled. Sleep, sleep, happy sleep, While o’er thee thy mother weep.
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Sweet moans, dovelike sighs, Chase not slumber from thy eyes! Sweet moans, sweeter smiles, All the dovelike moans beguiles.
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Sweet smiles, in the night Hover over my delight! Sweet smiles, mother’s smiles, All the livelong night beguiles.
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Sweet Sleep, with soft down Weave thy brows an infant crown! Sweet Sleep, angel mild, Hover o’er my happy child!
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