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Auguries of Innocence
Jah Wobble
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To see a world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild-flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear
A skylark wounded in the wing
A cherubim does cease to sing
The game-cock clipped and armed for fight
Does the rising sun affright
Every wolf and lion's howl
Raiseth from hell a human soul
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The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care
The lamb misused breeds public strife
And yet forgives the butcher's knife
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men
He who the ostrafa smooths
Shall never be by woman loved
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bough in endless night
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief
Kill not the moth nor butterfly
Before the Lord's judgment draweth nigh
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the pole or bar
The beggar's dog and widow's cat
Feed them, and they will grow fat
The net that sings his summer song
Poison gets from slander's tongue
The poison of the snake and mute
Is the sweat of envy's foot
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist's jealousy
The princess' robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent
It is right it should be so
Man was made for joy and woe
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go
Joy and woe are woven fine
A clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
The babe is more than swaddling-bands
Throughout all these human lands
Tools were made and born were hands
Every farmer understands
Every tear in every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity
This is called by females bright
And returned to its own delight
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death
The beggar's rags fluttering in air
Do to rags the heavens tear
The soldier armed with sword and gun
Palsied strikes the summer sun
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore
One mite wrung from the labourer's hand
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands
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Or, if protected from on high
Do that nation sell and buy
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mocked in age and death
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rutting grave shall never get out
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruit of the two seasons
The questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to reply
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown
None can deform the human race
Like the armour's iron brace
When gold and gems adorn the plough
To peaceful arts shall envy bow
A riddle or the cricket's cry
Is to doubt a fit reply
The hermit's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile
He who doubts from what he sees
Will never believe, do what you please
If the sun and moon should doubt
They'd immediately go out
To be in a passion you good may do
But no good if a passion is in you
The whore and gambler by the state
Licenced build that nation's fate
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet
The winner's shout, the loser's curse
Dance before dead England's hearse
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to endless night
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night
To perish in a night
When the soul slept in beams of light
God appears, and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day?
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