Blossom, The
Merry, merry sparrow! / Under leaves so green
I heard an Angel singing
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I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing:
`Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release.'
Thus he sang all day
Over the new-mown hay,
Till the sun went down,
And haycocks lookèd brown.
I heard a Devil curse
Over the heath and the furze:
`Mercy could be no more
If there was nobody poor,
`And Pity no more could be,
If all were as happy as we.'
At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.
Down pour'd the heavy rain
Over the new reap'd grain;
And Misery's increase
Is Mercy, Pity, Peace.
More poems by William Blake
Auguries of Innocence
To see a World in a Grain of Sand / And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
A CRADLE SONG
Sweet dreams, form a shade / O'er my lovely infant's head!
The Land of Dreams
Awake, awake, my little boy! / Thou wast thy mother's only joy;