Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and fruitful land—
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
For where'er the sun does shine,
And where'er the rain does fall,
Babes should never hunger there,
Nor poverty the mind appall.
— WILLIAM BLAKE (1959-1827), Holy Thursday, Poetical Works, pp. 98-9.
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