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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake: Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door.'
The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
'Lo, what a fiend is here!' said he:
'One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy mystery.'
Songs of Innocence and Experience |
