Auguries of innocence "The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.

And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.