Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear.
Joy and woe are woven fine.
He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.
To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.
The true method of knowledge is experiment.
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?