illustrations for William Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience 1794
Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?
And their ways are fill'd with thorns
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door
And her bosom lick
And upon her neck
From his eyes of flame
Ruby tears there came
And upon her neck
From his eyes of flame
Ruby tears there came
Whate'er is born of Mortal Birth
Must be consumed with the Earth
Must be consumed with the Earth
