Holy Thursday

by William Blake

'T was on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two & two, in red & blue & 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.

O 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 & 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.

1. Find the synonyms :   Saint, pure, crowd, to run, a stick, the earth, old, to buzz, a city, powerful
2. Find the antonyms :   Black, low, a devil, cruelty, dirty, rich, guilty, young, a village, foolish
3. Compose the adjectives :    Noiencnt, ghmity, eclan, ghih, oopr, hwite, egren, lube, iwse, gead
4. Match the suitable words

Thousand of            song

Voice of                 thunderings

Holy                     Thursday

The hum of            guardians

Innocent               multitudes

Seats of                pity

Grey-headed         faces

The aged              beadles

Cherish                men

 Wise                   heaven

Harmonious          boys and girls  

5. Write the words which associate with the words:

a. people (4)                  b. parts of body(3)

c. nature(4)                   d. colors(5)

e. sounds(2)

6. Fill in the blanks with the adjectives:  

Holy, wise, red, high, green, harmonious, mighty, little, innocent, blue, white.

'T was on a … Thursday, their… faces clean,
The children walking two & two, in … & …&…,
Grey-headed beadles walk'd before, with wands as… as snow,
Till into the… dome of Paul's they like Thames' waters flow.

O 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… boys & girls raising their innocent hands.

Now like a … wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like… thunderings the seats of Heaven among.
Beneath them sit the aged men … guardians of the poor;
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door