Silent, silent Night 
	2     Quench the holy light
	3     Of thy torches bright.
	
	4     For possess'd of Day
	5     Thousand spirits stray
	6     That sweet joys betray.
	
	7     Why should joys be sweet
	8     Used with deceit
	9     Nor with sorrows meet?
	
	10   But an honest joy
	11   Does itself destroy
	12   For a harlot coy. 
	
	AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE
	
	1     To see a world in a grain of sand 
	2     And a heaven in a wild flower,
	3     Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
	4     And eternity in an hour.
	
	5     A robin redbreast in a cage
	6     Puts all Heaven in a rage.
	7     A dove house fill'd with doves and pigeons
	8     Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
	9     A dog starv'd at his master's gate
	10   Predicts the ruin of the state.
	11   A horse misus'd upon the road
	12   Calls to Heaven for human blood.
	13   Each outcry of the hunted hare
	14   A fibre from the brain does tear.
	15   A skylark wounded in the wing,
	16   A Cherubim does cease to sing.
	17   The game cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight
	18   Does the rising Sun affright.
	19   Every wolf's and lion's howl
	20   Raises from Hell a human soul.
	
	... 
	
	89   He who respects the infant's faith
	90   Triumphs over Hell and Death.
	91   The child's toys and the old man's reasons
	92   Are the fruits of the two seasons.
	93   The questioner, who sits so sly,
	94   Shall never know how to reply.
	95   He who replies to words of doubt
	96   Doth put the light of Knowledge out.
	97   The strongest poison ever known
	98   Came from Caesar's laurel crown,
	99   Nought can deform the human race
	100   Like to the armour's iron brace.
	101   When gold and gems adorn the plow
	102   To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
	103   A riddle or the cricket's cry
	104   Is to doubt a fit reply.
	105   The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
	106   Make lame Philosophy to smile.
	107   He who doubts from what he sees
	108   Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
	109   If the Sun and Moon should doubt,
	110   They'd immediately go out.
	111   To be in a passion you good may do,
	112   But no good if a passion is in you.
	113   The whore and gambler, by the state
	114   Licens'd, build that nation's fate.
	115   The harlot's cry from street to street,
	116   Shall weave Old England's winding sheet.
	117   The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
	118   Dance before dead England's hearse.
	119   Every night and every morn
	120   Some to misery are born.
	121   Every morn and every night
	122   Some are born to sweet delight.
	123   Some are born to sweet delight,
	124   Some are born to endless night.
	125   We are led to believe a lie
	126   When we see not thro' the eye
	127   Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
	128     When the Soul slept in beams of light.
	129   God appears and God is light
	130   To those poor souls who dwell in night,
	131   But does a human form display
	132   To those who dwell in realms of day. 
	
	- William Blake