"And now beside thee, bleating lamb, I can lie down and sleep, Or think on Him who bore thy name, For, washed in life's river, V. INFANT JOY. "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, VI. A DREAM. NCE a dream did weave a shade Ner my Angel-guarded bed, That an Emmet lost its way Troubled, 'wilder'd, and forlorn, Pitying, I dropp'd a tear: "I am set to light the ground, VII. ON ANOTHER'S SORROW. AN I see another's woe, CAN And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? And can He who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small, Hear the small bird's grief and care Hear the woes that infants bear And not sit beside the nest, And not sit both night and day, He doth give his joy to all: Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, Think not thou canst weep a tear, O! He gives to us his joy, I SONGS OF EXPERIENCE. 1794. WILLIAM BLAKE, 1. THE ANGEL. DREAMT a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden queen Guarded by an Angel mild: And I wept both night and day, So he took his wings, and fled; I dried my tears, and armed my fears Soon my Angel came again; I was armed, he came in vain ; II. THE TIGER. TIGER, Tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye In what distant deeps or skies And what shoulder and what art What the hammer? what the chain ?1 When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the Lamb make thee? Tiger, Tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, LATER RENDERINGS. I Framed thy fearful symmetry? 2 Burned that fire within thine eyes? 3 When thy heart began to beat, What dread hand formed thy dread feet? 4 What the hammer, what the chain, |