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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589067" 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<br>A Robin Red breast in a Cage<br>Puts all Heaven in a Rage <br>A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons<br>Shudders Hell thr' 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 & armd for fight<br>Does the Rising Sun affright <br>Every Wolfs & Lions howl<br>Raises from Hell a Human Soul <br>The wild deer, wandring here & 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 Beggars Dog & Widows Cat <br>Feed them & thou wilt grow fat <br>The Gnat that sings his Summers Song<br>Poison gets from Slanders tongue <br>The poison of the Snake & Newt<br>Is the sweat of Envys Foot <br>The poison of the Honey Bee<br>Is the Artists Jealousy<br>The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags<br>Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags <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 & Woe <br>And when this we rightly know <br>Thro the World we safely go <br>Joy & Woe are woven fine <br>A Clothing for the soul divine <br>Under every grief & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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 & sell the Misers Lands <br>Or if protected from on high <br>Does that whole Nation sell & buy <br>He who mocks the Infants Faith<br>Shall be mockd in Age & 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 & Death <br>The Childs Toys & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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><div class=q>
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