Auguries of innocence 

To see the world in a grain of sand

Ａnd a heaven in a wild flower

Ｈold infinity in the palm of your hand 

And  eternity  in an hour 

A truth that's told with bad intent

Beats all the lies you can invent

It is right it should be so 

Man was made for joy and woe

And when this we rightly known

Through the world we safely go

Joy and woe are woven fine

A clothing for the soul divine 

The poor man's farthing is worth more 

Than all the gold on Afric's shore

One mite wrung from labour's hands 

Shall buy and sell the miser's lands 

Or, if protected from on high 

Does that whole nation sell and buy 

He who mocks the infant's faith

Shall be mocksed in age and death 

He who  shall teach the child to doubt 

The rotting grave shall ne'er get out

He who respects the infant's faith

Triumph's over Hell and death

He who doubts from what he sees

Will ne'er  believe, do what you please

If the Sun&Moon should doubt

They'd immediately go out

To be in a passion you  good may do 

But no good if a passion is in you

Every night  and every morn

Some to misery are  born

Every morn and every night 

Some are born to sweet delight

Some are born to sweet  delight

Some are born to endless Night 

We  are led   to believe  a  lie

When we see not through the Eye 

Which was born in a night to perish in a night

When the soul slept in beams of Light

God appears&God is light

To  those poor souls who dwell in night

But does ahuman form diaplay

To those who dwell in realms of day