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Holy Thursday is a poem by William Blake, from his 1789 book of poems Songs of Innocence. (There is also a Holy Thursday poem in Songs of Experience, which contrasts with this song.) The poem depicts a ceremony held on Ascension Day, which in England was then called Holy Thursday,〔〔(Oxford Dictionaries )〕〔(''The Book of Common Prayer'' 1816 )〕 a name now generally applied to what is also called Maundy Thursday:〔(Collins English Dictionary )〕 six thousands orphans of London's charity schools, scrubbed clean and dressed in the coats of distinctive colours, are marched two by two to Saint Paul's Cathedral, under the control of their beadles, and sing in the cathedral. The children in their colourful dresses are compared to flowers and their procession toward the church as a river. Their singing on the day that commemorated the Ascension of Jesus is depicted as raising them above their old, lifeless guardians, who remain at a lower level.〔(TATE: "Songs of Innocence: Holy Thursday" )〕〔(Naser Emdad, "Transformation of Blake in 'Holy Thursday': From a Spiritual Prophet to a Social Reformer" in ''ASA University Review, Vol. 6 No. 2, July – December, 2012'' )〕〔(David Fairer, "Experience Reading Innocence: Contextualizing Blake's Holy Thursday" in ''Eighteenth-Century Studies'', Volume 35, Number 4, Summer 2002, pp. 535-562 )〕〔(Songs of Innocence "Holy Thursday (I)" Synopsis and commentary )〕〔(GradeSaver: "Songs of Innocence and of Experience Summary and Analysis" )〕 The bleak reality of the orphans' lives is depicted in the contrasting poem, Holy Thursday (Songs of Experience). ==The Poem== ‘Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green, Grey headed beadles walk’d before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames’ waters flow. Oh what a multitude they seem’d, 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 and 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. 抄文引用元・出典: フリー百科事典『 ウィキペディア（Wikipedia）』 ■ウィキペディアで「Holy Thursday (Songs of Innocence)」の詳細全文を読む スポンサード リンク
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