Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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Poison gets from Slanders tongue
A fibre from the Brain does tear
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
And when this we rightly know
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Does the Rising Sun affright
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
Does that whole Nation sell & buy
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
To be in a Passion you Good may Do
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
The poison of the Honey Bee
Predicts the ruin of the State
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
A Horse misusd upon the Road
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Some to Misery are Born
Like to the Armours iron brace
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
Every Morn and every Night
Shall never be by Woman lovd
Shall never pass the Polar Bar
Thro the World we safely go
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat
Man was made for Joy & Woe
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Becomes a Babe in Eternity
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
The Questioner who sits so sly
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
Nought can Deform the Human Race
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown
Every Night & every Morn
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
A Skylark wounded in the wing
But does a Human Form Display
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
It is right it should be so
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
Shudders Hell thr' all its regions
Triumphs over Hell & Death
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
A Truth thats told with bad intent
And Eternity in an hour
Writes Revenge in realms of Death
Shall feel the Spiders enmity
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
Is the Artists Jealousy
Tools were made & Born were hands
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
A Cherubim does cease to sing
Beats all the Lies you can invent
To those who Dwell in Realms of day
Or if protected from on high
Every Farmer Understands
When we see not Thro the Eye
Shall be mockd in Age & Death
Does to Rags the Heavens tear
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
Is the sweat of Envys Foot
Weaves a Bower in endless Night
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Joy & Woe are woven fine
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
He who Doubts from what he sees
Shall never know how to Reply
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Make Lame Philosophy to smile
Licencd build that Nations Fate
Under every grief & pine
Shall never be belovd by Men
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons
Is to Doubt a fit Reply
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
The rotting Grave shall neer get out
A Clothing for the soul divine
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Throughout all these Human Lands
And returnd to its own delight
We are led to Believe a Lie
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow
Every Tear from Every Eye
The wild deer, wandring here & there
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
This is caught by Females bright
Theyd immediately Go out
But no Good if a Passion is in you
The Harlots cry from Street to Street
The Owl that calls upon the Night
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
The Whore & Gambler by the State
He who respects the Infants faith
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
He who shall hurt the little Wren
The Strongest Poison ever known
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
God Appears & God is Light
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly
Will neer Believe do what you Please
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Keeps the Human Soul from Care
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
Some are Born to Endless Night
And yet forgives the Butchers knife
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
Raises from Hell a Human Soul
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Runs a joy with silken twine