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!
William BlakeThe pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
William BlakeI 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!
William BlakeThe pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
William Blake