{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/sie/sie42.htm","path":"neu/eng/sie/sie42.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/sie/sie42.htm","text":"Songs of Innocence and of Experience, by William Blake, [1789-1794]\nNought loves another as itself\n Nor venerates another so,\n Nor is it possible to Thought\n A greater than itself to know:\nAnd Father, how can I love you,\n Or any of my brothers more?\n I love you like the little bird\n That picks up crumbs around the door.\nThe Priest sat by and heard the child,\n In trembling zeal he siez\u2019d his hair:\n He led him by his little coat:\n And all admir\u2019d the Priestly care.\nAnd standing on the altar high,\n Lo what a fiend is here! said he:\n One who sets reason up for judge\n Of our most holy Mystery.\nThe weeping child could not be heard,\n The weeping parents wept in vain:\n They strip\u2019d him to his little shirt,\n And bound him in an iron chain.\nAnd burn\u2019d him in a holy place,\n Where many had been burn\u2019d before:\n The weeping parents wept in vain.\n Are such things done on Albions shore.","title":"Songs of Innocence and of Experience: Songs of Experience...","type":"page"}