{"id":176,"date":"2022-01-15T09:09:43","date_gmt":"2022-01-15T09:09:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hfrtc.top\/wordpress\/?p=176"},"modified":"2022-01-15T09:10:12","modified_gmt":"2022-01-15T09:10:12","slug":"auguries-of-innocence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fanyamin.com\/wordpress\/?p=176","title":{"rendered":"Auguries of Innocence"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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BY\u00a0WILLIAM BLAKE<\/a><\/p>

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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower\u00a0
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand\u00a0
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage\u00a0
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thr' all its regions\u00a0
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State\u00a0
A Horse misusd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood\u00a0
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear\u00a0
A Skylark wounded in the wing\u00a0
A Cherubim does cease to sing\u00a0
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright\u00a0
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul\u00a0
The wild deer, wandring here & there\u00a0
Keeps the Human Soul from Care\u00a0
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
And yet forgives the Butchers knife\u00a0
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belovd by Men\u00a0
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
Shall never be by Woman lovd
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spiders enmity\u00a0
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night\u00a0
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief\u00a0
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly\u00a0
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh\u00a0
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar\u00a0
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat\u00a0
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat\u00a0
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
Poison gets from Slanders tongue\u00a0
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envys Foot\u00a0
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artists Jealousy
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags\u00a0
A Truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent\u00a0
It is right it should be so\u00a0
Man was made for Joy & Woe\u00a0
And when this we rightly know\u00a0
Thro the World we safely go\u00a0
Joy & Woe are woven fine\u00a0
A Clothing for the soul divine\u00a0
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine\u00a0
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made & Born were hands\u00a0
Every Farmer Understands
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity\u00a0
This is caught by Females bright
And returnd to its own delight\u00a0
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar\u00a0
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore\u00a0
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of Death\u00a0
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Does to Rags the Heavens tear\u00a0
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun\u00a0
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands\u00a0
Or if protected from on high\u00a0
Does that whole Nation sell & buy\u00a0
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Shall be mockd in Age & Death\u00a0
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall neer get out\u00a0
He who respects the Infants faith
Triumphs over Hell & Death\u00a0
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons\u00a0
The Questioner who sits so sly\u00a0
Shall never know how to Reply\u00a0
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out\u00a0
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown\u00a0
Nought can Deform the Human Race
Like to the Armours iron brace\u00a0
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow\u00a0
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply\u00a0
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile\u00a0
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will neer Believe do what you Please\u00a0
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt\u00a0
Theyd immediately Go out\u00a0
To be in a Passion you Good may Do\u00a0
But no Good if a Passion is in you\u00a0
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Licencd build that Nations Fate\u00a0
The Harlots cry from Street to Street\u00a0
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet\u00a0
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse\u00a0
Dance before dead Englands Hearse\u00a0
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born\u00a0
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight\u00a0
Some are Born to sweet delight\u00a0
Some are Born to Endless Night\u00a0
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night\u00a0
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light\u00a0
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night\u00a0
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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