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