Bahu Sirr Yahu

Asubahu

Ya Pir

say with belief

Jamali

Lufti Glance

Is this a holy thing to see, 
In a rich and fruitful land, 
Babes reducd to misery, 
Fed with cold and usurous hand? 

Is that trembling cry a song? 
Can it be a song of joy? 
And so many children poor? 
It is a land of poverty! 

And their sun does never shine. 
And their fields are bleak & bare. 
And their ways are fill'd with thorns. 
It is eternal winter there. 

For where-e'er the sun does shine, 
And where-e'er the rain does fall: 
Babe can never hunger there, 
Nor poverty the mind appall.

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https://www.litcharts.com/poetry/william-blake/holy-thursday-songs-of-experience
The English Romantic poet William Blake wrote two poems entitled "Holy Thursday": the first appeared in Songs of Innocence, and the second—the poem we're treating in this guide—in his Songs of Experience. He published those collections together in an omnibus 1794 edition, Songs of Innocence and of Experience; readers were meant to encounter one poem after the other. Both describe an old tradition in which orphaned or abandoned kids housed in London's "charity schools" paraded to St. Paul's Cathedral on Holy Thursday, a Christian holiday during Easter week. 

In the first poem, a softhearted speaker is touched by the children's innocence and their sweet singing in church. 

In this poem, by contrast, an angry speaker lets loose a tirade against the children's self-satisfied guardians and against poverty in general: what does it say about English society, they ask, that so very many impoverished children need to be housed in charity schools at all?…

The poem, published in William Blake’s Songs of Experience, describes impoverished orphans singing in St. Paul’s Cathedral on Holy Thursday, a religious holiday when the students of London’s charity schools traditionally paraded to church. This display, the poem’s speaker declares, is no kindly show of human warmth, but rather a travesty: London should never have allowed its children to end up in such dire straits in the first place. These impoverished children are an indictment of a disordered and monstrously selfish society…

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AsadullahGhalib