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A Little Boy Lost

William Blake


"Nought loves another as itself
Nor venerates another so
Nor is it possible to though
A greater than itself to know

"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more
I love you like the little bir
That picks up crumbs around the door.

The Priest sat by and heard the child
In trembling zeal he seized his hair
He led him by his little coat
And all admired the priestly care.

And standing on the altar high
"Lo, what a fiend is here! said he
"One who sets reason up for judg
Of our most holy mystery.

The weeping child could not be heard
The weeping parents wept in vain
They stripped him to his little shirt
And bound him in an iron chain

And burned him in a holy plac
Where many had been burned before
The weeping parents wept in vain
Are such thing done on Albion's shore.


Background and Analysis of This Poem

William Blake's A Little Boy Lost appears in Songs of Experience, the darker companion to Songs of Innocence. It should not be confused with The Little Boy Lost, the earlier poem from Songs of Innocence, in which a frightened child wanders after his father in the night. A Little Boy Lost belongs to a harsher world. The William Blake Archive presents Songs of Innocence and of Experience as one of Blake's illuminated works, a union of poetry and visual design that he etched and printed himself. In this poem, the innocent voice of a child is placed inside the punitive machinery of adult religion.

The poem begins not with crime, but with thought. A child reflects on love and argues that human affection begins from the self, since one cannot know or feel another person's joys and sorrows as directly as one's own. This is not wickedness. It is a child's attempt to reason honestly about human nature. Blake makes that honesty crucial. The boy is not sneering at faith or morality; he is thinking aloud. The tragedy of the poem is that sincere inquiry is treated as spiritual rebellion.

The priest's reaction turns the poem from reflection into persecution. He seizes the child by the hair, calls him a fiend, and accuses him of setting reason above "our most holy Mystery". Blake's critique is sharp. The priest does not answer the boy's question or guide him gently. He uses authority to silence him. The poem therefore attacks a form of religion that fears thought, punishes curiosity and confuses obedience with holiness. The issue is not faith itself, but institutional cruelty dressed in sacred language.

Blake's larger work often challenges systems that crush the imagination, especially when those systems claim moral or religious authority. The Tate explains that Songs of Innocence and of Experience presents "the two contrary states of the human soul", moving between trustful vision and the damaged perceptions produced by experience. A Little Boy Lost shows experience at its most brutal. The child does not merely lose innocence through sadness; innocence is actively punished by the very institution that should have protected it.

The poem's final image is among Blake's most shocking. The child is stripped, chained and burned in a holy place, while his parents weep in vain. The religious setting makes the violence more terrible, not less. Blake's closing question asks whether such things are done on Albion's shore, using "Albion" as a poetic name for Britain. The question has the force of accusation. Blake is not only remembering historical religious persecution; he is asking his own society to recognise the cruelty still possible when power, fear and doctrine combine.

For modern readers, A Little Boy Lost remains unsettling because its central pattern is still recognisable. A young person asks an honest question, and an institution responds by defending itself rather than seeking truth. Blake's poem is brief, but it exposes a whole moral catastrophe: the transformation of love into law, mystery into control, and spiritual care into punishment. Its force lies in its simplicity. A child reasons about love, and the adult world reveals how far from love it has travelled.

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