these flowers of London town (Explored)

Dear London,

My heart broke when I heard and saw the evil levied against you on Wednesday. I see how you deal with it all so capably and efficiently and I am proud to be a "part-Londoner". Thank you for giving me my paternal grandfather (a.co/eXU5ELN) ... and William Blake, whose Lenten poem seems so fitting:

 

Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean

The children walking two & two in red & blue & green

Grey headed beadles walk’d before with wands as white as snow

Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow

 

O what a multitude they seem’d 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

 

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Done