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I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER
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I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high;I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky:It was childish ignorance, But now ’tis little joyTo knew I’m farther off from heav’n Than when I was a boy.Hood. 
THE LAMB
Little Lamb, who made thee?Dost than know who made thee,Gave thee life, and bid thee feedBy the stream and o’er the mead;Gave thee clothing of delight,Softest clothing, woolly, bright;Gave thee such a tender voiceMaking all the vales rejoice; Little Lamb. who made thee? Dost thou knew who made thee?
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee.Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee.He is called by thy name,For He calls Himself a Lamb:—He is meek and He is mild;He became a little child.I a child, and thou a lamb,We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee; Little Lamb, God bless thee.W. Blake. 
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