Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
The children walking two & two in red & blue & green
Grey headed beadles walkd before with wands as white
as snow
Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters
flow

O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of
London town
Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own
The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs
Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent
hands

Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice
of song
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven
among
Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians
of the poor
Then cherish pity; lest you drive an angel from
your door