Songs of Innocence and Experience Contents
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Author(s)
- Blake, William
- Songs of Innocence: Introduction
- Songs of Innocence: The Shepherd
- Songs of Innocence: The Ecchoing Green
- Songs of Innocence: The Lamb
- Songs of Innocence: The Little Black Boy
- Songs of Innocence: The Blossom
- Songs of Innocence: The Chimney Sweeper
- Songs of Innocence: The Little Boy Lost
- Songs of Innocence: The Little Boy Found
- Songs of Innocence: Laughing Song
- Songs of Innocence: A Cradle Song
- Songs of Innocence: The Divine Image
- Songs of Innocence: Holy Thursday
- Songs of Innocence: Night
- Songs of Innocence: Spring
- Songs of Innocence: Nurse's Song
- Songs of Innocence: Infant Joy
- Songs of Innocence: A Dream
- Songs of Innocence: On Another's Sorrow
- Songs of Experience: Introduction
- Songs of Experience: Earth's Answer
- Songs of Experience: The Clod and the Pebble
- Songs of Experience: Holy Thursday
- Songs of Experience: The Little Girl Lost
- Songs of Experience: The Little Girl Found
- Songs of Experience: The Chimney Sweeper
- Songs of Experience: Nurse's Song
- Songs of Experience: The Sick Rose
- Songs of Experience: The Fly
- Songs of Experience: The Angel
- Songs of Experience: The Tyger
- Songs of Experience: My Pretty Rose-tree
- Songs of Experience: Ah! Sun-flower
- Songs of Experience: The Lilly
- Songs of Experience: The Garden of Love
- Songs of Experience: The Little Vagabond
- Songs of Experience: London
- Songs of Experience: The Human Abstract
- Songs of Experience: Infant Sorrow
- Songs of Experience: A Poison Tree
- Songs of Experience: A Little Boy Lost
- Songs of Experience: A Little Girl Lost
- Songs of Experience: To Tirzah
- Songs of Experience: The Schoolboy
- Songs of Experience: The Voice of the Ancient Bard
- Songs of Experience: A Divine Image
Songs of Innocence: On Another's Sorrow
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?
Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow's share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?
Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!
And can He who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird's grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear --
And not sit beside the next,
Pouring pity in their breast,
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant's tear?
And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?
Oh no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!
He doth give his joy to all:
He becomes an infant small,
He becomes a man of woe,
He doth feel the sorrow too.
Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not by:
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy Maker is not year.
Oh He gives to us his joy,
That our grief He may destroy:
Till our grief is fled an gone
He doth sit by us and moan.
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