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THE POEMS OF WILLIAM BLAKE
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There were thousands and thousands of human kind
In this desert of brick and stone:
But some were deaf and some were blind,
And he was there alone.

At length the good hour came; he died,
As he had lived, alone:
He was not missed from the desert wide.
Perhaps he was found at the Throne.