“Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly bright.”

— William Blake , The Lamb

The Lamb, st. 1
1780s, Songs of Innocence (1789–1790)

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English Romantic poet and artist 1757–1827

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