William Blake Poems

I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
'Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release.'
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The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
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Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
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Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
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Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'
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To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
All pray in their distress,
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
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When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still
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I heard an Angel Singing
When the day was springing:
'Mercy, pity, and peace,
Are the world's release.'
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The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
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