. Songs of innocence. to little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed,And all the hills echoed. 53 SONGS OF INNOCENCE Infant Joy I HAVE no name ;I am but two days 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 ! SONGS OF INNOCENCE A Dream ONCE a dream did weave a shadeOer my angel-guarded bed,That an emmet lost its wayWhere on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,Dark, benighted, travel-worn,Over many a tangled sp
. Songs of innocence. to little ones leaped, and shouted, and laughed,And all the hills echoed. 53 SONGS OF INNOCENCE Infant Joy I HAVE no name ;I am but two days 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 ! SONGS OF INNOCENCE A Dream ONCE a dream did weave a shadeOer my angel-guarded bed,That an emmet lost its wayWhere on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,Dark, benighted, travel-worn,Over many a tangled spray,All heart-broke, I heard her say : Oh, my children ! do they cry,Do they hear their father sigh ?Now they look abroad to see,Now return and weep for me. 55 SONGS OF INNOCENCE Pitying, I dropped a tear :But I saw a glow-worm near,Who replied, What wailing wightCalls the watchman of the night ? I am set to light the ground,While the beetle goes his round :Follow now the beetles hum ;Little wanderer, hie thee home !. G3y • Qngel * guarded - bed THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY CIRCULATION D^PARTM^NT NATHAN STRAUS BRANCH 348 EAST STREET SONGS OF INNOCENCE On Anothers Sorrow CAN I see anothers woe,And not be in sorrow too ?Can I see anothers grief,And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear,And not feel my sorrows share ?Can a father see his childWeep, nor be with sorrow filled ? Can a mother sit and hearAn infant groan, an infant fear ?No, no ! never can it be !Never, never can it be ! 59 SONGS OF INNOCENCE And can He, who smiles on all,Hear the wren with sorrows small,Hear the small birds grief and careHear the woes that infants bear— And not sit beside the nest,Pouring pity in their breast,And not sit the cradle near,Weeping tear on infants tear ? And not sit, both night and day,Wiping all our tears away ?Oh no ! never can it be !Never, never can it be ! 60 SONGS OF INNOCENCE He doth give His joy to all:He becomes an Infant small,He becomes a Man of Woe,He dot
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