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.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.
Art degraded, Imagination denied.
Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.