[A VOICE NOT UNLIKE GOD'S, spoken]
A poem, by William Blake.
The Angel that presided over my birth
Said, “Little creature, born of Joy and Mirth,
Go love
Go love
Without the help of any Thing on Earth.”
[ENSEMBLE]
William Blake
Seventeen fifty-seven
To eighteen twenty-eight
A poem, by William Blake.
The Angel that presided over my birth
Said, “Little creature, born of Joy and Mirth,
Go love
Go love
Without the help of any Thing on Earth.”
[ENSEMBLE]
William Blake
Seventeen fifty-seven
To eighteen twenty-eight
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