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574	Blake, William	Poems of William Blake			.txt	text/plain	6905	757	100	Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" Little Lamb, I'll tell thee: Little Lamb, I'll tell thee: Little Lamb, God bless thee! Little Lamb, God bless thee! The cloud will vanish, we shall hear His voice, And round the tent of God like lambs we joy While o'er thee doth mother weep. Sweet babe, once like thee Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song, Sweet joy, but two days old. Sweet Joy I call thee: While the Lily white shall in love delight, I love you like the little bird To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day: Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley. O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me I fear that I am not like thee: And says; Thou mother of my children, I have loved thee	./cache/574.txt	./txt/574.txt