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Then naked and white,all their bags left behind
They rise upon clouds,and sport in the wind
And the angel told Tom,if he'd be a good boy“
He'd have God for his father,and never want joy“
And so Tom awoke,and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags and our brushes to work
Though the morning was cold,Tom was happy and warm
So,if all do their duty,they need not fear harm
Chapter 8 《The Little Boy Lost》《
Father,father, where are you going?
Oh,do not walk so fast!
Speak,father, speak to your little boy
Orelse I shall be lost
The night was dark, no father was there
The child was wet with dew
The mire was deep, and the child did weep
And away the vapour flew
Chapter 9《The Little Boy Found》《
The little boy lost in the lonely fen
Led by the wandering light
Began to cry,but God,ever nigh
Appeared like his father,in white
He kissed the child,and by the hand led
And to his mother brought
Who in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale
Her little boy weeping sought
Chapter 10《Laughing Song》《
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by
When the air does laugh with our merry wit
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it
When the meadows laugh with lively green
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing Ha ha he!
When the painted birds laugh in the shade
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread
Come live, and be merry, and join with me
To sing the sweet chorus of Ha ha he!
Chapter 11《A Cradle Song》《
Sweet dreams, form a shade O'er my lovely infant's head
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams By happy, silent, moony beams! Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Sweet smiles, in the night Hover over my delight! Sweet smiles, mother's smiles, All the livelong night beguiles. Sweet moans, dovelike sighs
Chase not slumber from thy eyes! Sweet moans, sweeter smiles
All the dovelike moans beguiles. Sleep, sleep, happy child! All creation slept and smiled. Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,While o'er thee thy mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face Holy image I can trace
Sweet babe, once like thee,Thy Maker lay, and wept for me
Wept for me, for thee, for all
When He was an infant small
Thou His image ever see
Heavenly face that smiles on thee! Smiles on thee, on me, on all, Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are His own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
Chapter 12《The Divine Image》《
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness
For Mercy, Pity, Peace,and Love
Is God our Father dear;
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is man, His child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart;
Pity, a human face; And Love, the human form divine:
And Peace the human dress
Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress
Prays to the human form divine:
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace
And all must love the human form
In heathen, Turk, or Jew
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too
Chapter 13《Holy Thursday》《
Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean
The children walking two and two, in red, and blue, and green
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow
O what a multitude they seemed, 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 and 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
Chapter 14《Night》
The sun descending in the West
The evening star does shine
The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine
The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night
Farewell, green fields and happy groves
Where flocks have took delight
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves The feet of angels bright
Unseen, they pour blessing, And joy without ceasing, On each bud and blossom
And each sleeping bosom