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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38669" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Auguries of Innocence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see a World in a Grain of Sand<br>And a Heaven in a Wild Flower<br>Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand<br>And Eternity in an hour</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Robin Red breast in a Cage <br>Puts all Heaven in a Rage<br>A Dove house filld with doves and Pigeons<br>Shudders Hell thro all its regions<br>A dog starvd at his Masters Gate<br>Predicts the ruin of the State <br>A Horse misusd upon the Road<br>Calls to Heaven for Human blood<br>Each outcry of the hunted Hare<br>A fibre from the Brain does tear<br>A Skylark wounded in the wing <br>A Cherubim does cease to sing<br>The Game Cock clipd and armd for fight<br>Does the Rising Sun affright<br>Every Wolfs and Lions howl<br>Raises from Hell a Human Soul<br>The wild deer wandring here and there<br>Keeps the Human Soul from Care<br>The Lamb misusd breeds Public strife<br>And yet forgives the Butchers Knife<br>The Bat that flits at close of Eve<br>Has left the Brain that wont Believe<br>The Owl that calls upon the Night<br>Speaks the Unbelievers fright<br>He who shall hurt the little Wren<br>Shall never be belovd by Men<br>He who the Ox to wrath has movd<br>Shall never be by Woman lovd<br>The wanton Boy that kills the Fly<br>Shall feel the Spiders enmity<br>He who torments the Chafers sprite<br>Weaves a Bower in endless Night<br>The Catterpiller on the Leaf<br>Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief<br>Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly<br>For the Last judgment draweth nigh<br>He who shall train the Horse to War<br>Shall never pass the Polar Bar<br>The Beggers Dog and Widows Cat<br>Feed them and thou wilt grow fat<br>The Gnat that sings his Summers song<br>Poison gets from Slanders tongue<br>The poison of the Snake and Newt<br>Is the sweat of Envys Foot<br>The Poison of the Honey Bee<br>Is the Artists jealousy <br>The Princes Robes and Beggars Rags<br>Are Toadstools on the Misers Bagst<br>A truth thats told with bad intent<br>Beats all the Lies you can invent<br>It is right it should be so<br>Man was made for Joy and Woe<br>And when this we rightly know<br>Thro the World we safely go<br>Joy and Woe are woven fine<br>A Clothing for the soul divine <br>Under every grief and pine<br>Runs a joy with silken twine<br>The Babe is more than swadling Bands<br>Throughout all these Human Lands<br>Tools were made and Born were hands<br>Every Farmer Understands<br>Every Tear from Every Eye<br>Becomes a Babe in Eternity<br>This is caught by Females bright<br>And returnd to its own delight<br>The Bleat the Bark Bellow and Roar<br>Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore<br>The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath<br>Writes Revenge in realms of death<br>The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air<br>Does to Rags the Heavens tear<br>The Soldier armd with Sword and Gun<br>Palsied strikes the Summers Sun<br>The poor Mans Farthing is worth more<br>Than all the Gold on Africs Shore.<br>One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands<br>Shall buy and sell the Misers Lands<br>Or if protected from on high<br>Does that whole Nation sell and buy<br>He who mocks the Infants Faith<br>Shall be mock'd in Age and Death<br>He who shall teach the Child to Doubt<br>The rotting Grave shall neer get out<br>He who respects the Infants faith<br>Triumphs over Hell and Death<br>The Childs Toys and the Old Mans Reasons<br>Are the Fruits of the Two seasons<br>The Questioner who sits so sly<br>Shall never know how to Reply<br>He who replies to words of Doubt<br>Doth put the Light of Knowledge out<br>The Strongest Poison ever known<br>Came from Caesars Laurel Crown<br>Nought can Deform the Human Race<br>Like to the Armours iron brace<br>When Gold and Gems adorn the Plow<br>To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow<br>A Riddle or the Crickets Cry<br>Is to Doubt a fit Reply<br>The Emmets Inch and Eagles Mile<br>Make Lame Philosophy to smile<br>He who Doubts from what he sees<br>Will neer Believe do what you Please<br>If the Sun and Moon should Doubt<br>Theyd immediately Go out<br>To be in a Passion you Good may Do<br>But no Good if a Passion is in you<br>The Whore and Gambler by the State<br>Licencd build that Nations Fate<br>The Harlots cry from Street to Street<br>Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet<br>The Winners Shout the Losers Curse<br>Dance before dead Englands Hearse<br>Every Night and every Morn<br>Some to Misery are Born <br>Every Morn and every Night<br>Some are Born to sweet delight<br>Some are Born to sweet delight<br>Some are Born to Endless Night<br>We are led to Believe a Lie <br>When we see not Thro the Eye<br>Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night<br>When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light<br>God Appears and God is Light<br>To those poor Souls who dwell in Night<br>But does a Human Form Display<br>To those who Dwell in Realms of day</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a> from <i>Songs and Ballads</i><div class=q>
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