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letra de little black boy - william blake - tim graham

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my mother bore me in the southern wild
and i am black, but o! my soul is white;
white as an angel is the english child:
but i am black as if bereav’d of light

my mother taught me underneath a tree
and sitting down before the heat of day
she took me on her lap and kissed me
and pointing to the east began to say

look on the rising sun: there god does live
and gives his light, and gives his heat away
and flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
comfort in morning joy in the noonday

and wе are put on earth a little sp-cе
that we may learn to bear the beams of love
and these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
is but a cloud, and like a shady grove

for when our souls have learn’d the heat to bear
the cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice
saying: come out from the grove my love & care
and round my golden tent like lambs rejoice

thus did my mother say and kissed me
and thus i say to little english boy
when i from black and he from white cloud free
and round the tent of god like lambs we joy:
i’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear
to lean in joy upon our fathers knee
and then i’ll stand and stroke his silver hair
and be like him and he will then love me

- tim graham

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