- Little Lamb, who made thee?
- Dost thou know who made thee?
- Gave thee life, & bid thee feed
- By the stream & o'er the mead;
- Gave thee clothing of delight,
- Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
- Gave thee such a tender voice,
- Making all the vales rejoice?
- Little Lamb, who made thee?
- Dost thou know who made thee?
- Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
- Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
- He is called by thy name,
- For he calls himself a Lamb.
- He is meek, & he is mild;
- He became a little child.
- I a child, & thou a lamb,
- We are called by his name.
- Little Lamb, God bless thee!
- Little Lamb, God bless thee!
- Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
- In the forests of the night,
- What immortal hand or eye
- Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
- Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
- On what wings dare he aspire?
- What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
- Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
- And when thy heart began to beat,
- What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
- In what furnace was thy brain?
- What the anvil? what dread grasp
- Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
- And water'd heaven with their tears,
- Did he smile his work to see?
- Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
- In the forests of the night,
- What immortal hand or eye
- Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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The Lamb