Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
By William Blake (1757–1827)Auguries of Innocence
A ROBIN REDBREAST in a cage | |||||||||
| Puts all heaven in a rage; | |||||||||
| A skylark wounded on the wing | |||||||||
| Doth make a cherub cease to sing. | |||||||||
| Kill not the moth nor butterfly, | 5 | ||||||||
| For the last judgment draweth nigh. | |||||||||
| He who respects the infant’s faith | |||||||||
| Triumphs over hell and death. | |||||||||
| He who shall teach the child to doubt | |||||||||
| The rotting grave shall ne’er get out. | 10 | ||||||||
| He who replies to words of doubt | |||||||||
| Doth put the light of knowledge out; | |||||||||
| A puddle, or the cricket’s cry | |||||||||
| Is to doubt a fit reply. | |||||||||
| Every night and every morn | 15 | ||||||||
| Some to misery are born; | |||||||||
| Every morn and every night | |||||||||
| Some are born to sweet delight. | |||||||||
| Joy and woe are woven fine, | |||||||||
| A clothing for the soul divine; | 20 | ||||||||
| Under every grief and pine | |||||||||
| Runs a joy with silken twine. | |||||||||
| God appears, and God is light | |||||||||
| To those poor souls who dwell in night; | |||||||||
| But doth a human form display | 25 | ||||||||
| To those who dwell in realms of day. | |||||||||