Are such thing done on Albion's shore?
Chapter 23 A Little Girl Lost
Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep
To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook
"Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!"
Chpater 24 The School Boy
I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me
O! what sweet company
But to go to school in a summer morn,
O! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn
The little ones spend the day,
In sighing and dismay
Ah! then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour,
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learnings bower,
Worn thro' with the dreary shower
How can the bird that is born for joy,
Sit in a cage and sing
How can a child when fears annoy
But droop his tender wing
And forget his youthful spring
O! father & mother if buds are nip'd,
And blossoms blown away,
And if the tender plants are strip'd
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay
How shall the summer arise in joy
Or the summer fruits appear
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy
Or bless the mellowing year
When the blasts of winter appear
Chapter 25 To Tirzah
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth,
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation free
Then what have I to do with thee?
The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride
Blowd in the morn; in evening died
But Mercy changed Death into Sleep;
The Sexes rose to work & weep
Thou Mother of my Mortal part
With cruelty didst mould my Heart
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst blind my Nostrils Eyes & Ears
Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay
And me to Mortal Life betray
The Death of Jesus set me free
Then what have I to do with thee?
Chapter 26 The Voice Of The Ancient Bard
Youth of delight come hither
And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born
Doubt is fled & clouds of reason
Dark disputes & artful teazing,
Folly is an endless maze,
Tangled roots perplex her ways,
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead
And feel they know not what but care;
And wish to lead others when they should be led
Chapter 27 A Divine Image
Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress
The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge
End of chapter 27,
And also the end of Songs of Experience
by William Blake
Chapters zero to four of the Book of Thel
by William Blake
Chapter zero
Thel's motto
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?