Little Lamb

For the next several weeks, we will be learning about William Blake. Anna Rose has committed to memory close to twenty poems, but this will be her first by Blake, an appropriate selection to meditate upon during the season in which we celebrate the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, the perfect Lamb who was slain.

For those who are interested in our methods, we simply read the poem aloud each morning, so she is hearing it and seeing it. I don't always use them for copywork, but that is another option. We also choose from her memory list to review one other poem so she doesn't forget any that she already knows. In addition to being exposed to beautiful verses, reciting them, and having them ingrained in her mind and heart, Anna Rose has also been inspired to pen her own poetry, some of which I will share in future posts.

The Lamb

Little Lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Gave thee life, and bade thee feed

By the stream and o'er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing, woolly, 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, and He is mild,

He became a little child.

I a child, and thou a lamb,

We are called by His name.

Little Lamb, God bless thee!

Little Lamb, God bless thee!

~William Blake~