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Songs of Innocence and Experience. (1794) by William BlakeSongs of InnocenceIntroductionPiping carve up the valleys wildPiping songs of pleasant glee,On a cloud I saw a child,And he pranking said to me Pipe a song about a LambSo I piped with howling(a) chear.Piper, pipe that song again -So I piped he wept to hear. redact thy pipe, thy happy pipe,Sing thy songs of happy chearSo I sung the homogeneous again, temporary hookup he wept with joy to hear. Piper, sit thee down and writeIn a book that all may read -So he vanishd from my sightAnd I pluckd a hollow reed, And I do a rural penAnd I staind the water clearAnd I wrote my happy songs, all(prenominal) child may joy to hear. The shepherd How sweet is the Shepherds sweet lotFrom the morn to the evening he straysHe shall follow his sheep all the twenty-four hour periodAnd his tongue shall be filled with praise. For he hears the lambs innocent call,And he hears the ewes cordial reply.He is watchful while they are in peace,For th ey know when their Shepherd is nigh. The Ecchoing GreenThe Sun does ariseAnd make happy the skies,The merry bells multitudeTo welcome the SpringThe skylark and thrushThe birds of the bushSing louder aroundTo the bells chearful sound,While our sports shall be seenOn the Ecchoing Green. Old John with white hairDoes express joy away careSitting under the oakAmong the old folk.They laugh at our play,And soon they all saySuch, such were the joysWhen we all girls & boys In our youth-time were seenOn the Ecchoing Green Till the little ones wearyNo more than can be merry,The sun does descend,And our sports have an endRound the laps of their mothers legion(predicate) sisters and brothers,Like birds in their nest,Are ready for restAnd sport no more seenOn the darkening Green. The Lamb Little Lamb, who made thee?Dost chiliad know who made thee?Gave thee life & bid thee feedBy the drift & oer the meadGave thee clothing of delight,Softest clothing, woolly, brightGave thee such a tender voic e, make all the vales rejoiceLittle Lamb, who made thee,Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, Ill tell thee,Little Lamb, Ill tell theeHe is called by thy quoteFor he calls himself a Lamb.He is meek & he is mild,He became a little childI a child & thou a lamb,We are called by his nameLittle Lamb god evoke thee,Little Lamb god bless thee The Little Black sonMy mother bore me in the southern wild,