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