Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
1757 to 1827
Track 1
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Runs a joy with silken twine
Or if protected from on high
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
He who respects the Infants faith
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
The rotting Grave shall neer get out
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Will neer Believe do what you Please
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Is the Artists Jealousy
Make Lame Philosophy to smile
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Poison gets from Slanders tongue
The Strongest Poison ever known
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Shall never know how to Reply
Man was made for Joy & Woe
Becomes a Babe in Eternity
Some are Born to Endless Night
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
The Questioner who sits so sly
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags
And yet forgives the Butchers knife
Raises from Hell a Human Soul
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Some are Born to sweet delight
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out
Does that whole Nation sell & buy
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh
Shall never be by Woman lovd
Weaves a Bower in endless Night
Like to the Armours iron brace
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Some are Born to sweet delight
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
Does to Rags the Heavens tear
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
We are led to Believe a Lie
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
Every Night & every Morn
To those who Dwell in Realms of day
He who replies to words of Doubt
But does a Human Form Display
Shall never be belovd by Men
This is caught by Females bright
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
A Clothing for the soul divine
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Nought can Deform the Human Race
And Eternity in an hour
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
And when this we rightly know
God Appears & God is Light
Shudders Hell thr' all its regions
Throughout all these Human Lands
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
Some to Misery are Born
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
A Skylark wounded in the wing
Theyd immediately Go out
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
Every Morn and every Night
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown
Beats all the Lies you can invent
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief
Predicts the ruin of the State
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When we see not Thro the Eye
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat
The wild deer, wandring here & there
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly
A fibre from the Brain does tear
Does the Rising Sun affright
He who shall train the Horse to War
The Whore & Gambler by the State
He who mocks the Infants Faith
A Cherubim does cease to sing
The Harlots cry from Street to Street
The poison of the Honey Bee
To be in a Passion you Good may Do
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Thro the World we safely go
Is the sweat of Envys Foot
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Joy & Woe are woven fine
He who Doubts from what he sees
A Horse misusd upon the Road
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Shall never pass the Polar Bar
Is to Doubt a fit Reply
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Under every grief & pine
Tools were made & Born were hands
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Writes Revenge in realms of Death
Licencd build that Nations Fate
But no Good if a Passion is in you
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
It is right it should be so
And returnd to its own delight
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Every Tear from Every Eye
Shall feel the Spiders enmity
Triumphs over Hell & Death
Shall be mockd in Age & Death
Every Farmer Understands
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
Keeps the Human Soul from Care
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