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