I Heard an Angel
1 I heard an Angel singing / 2 When the day was springing,
INFANT JOY
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I have no name;
I am but two days old.
What shall I call thee?
I happy am,
Joy is my name.
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
More poems by William Blake
Hear the Voice of the Bard
Hear the voice of the Bard ! / Who present, past, and future sees;
Garden of Love, The
I laid me down upon a bank, / Where Love lay sleeping;
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER
When my mother died I was very young, / And my father sold me while yet my tongue