Master's Revenge

Auguries of innocence

To see a 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 robin in a cage
Putting all the angry sky.

A loft filled with doves and pigeons
Thro all the thrills hell "of its regions.
A dog starv'd at the door of his master
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each cry of hunted hares
A fiber of the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherub is constantly singing.
The game-Clipta **** and arm in the fight
The fear rising sun.

Each wolf and lion roar
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul care.
Breeds lamb misus'd disturbances,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of day
To the left of the brain that do not believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Talk fear of the unbeliever.

Whoever is wounded little wren
Should never be loved by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Will never be by woman lov'd.

The blind boy that kills the fly
Feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments sprite, coverage
Weave a jewel in the endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth or butterfly
For the Last Judgement draweth approach.

He who must train the horse to war
Never pass the polar bar.
The beggar dog and cat widow,
Feed them and you gain weight.

The cousin who sings his song of summer
Poison gets the language of slander.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of the fever of envy.

The poison of the bee
Is it jealousy of the artist.

The prince of rags and robes begging
Are mushrooms on the bags of the miser.
A truth told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is good to be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Condemned the world we safely go.

The joy and pain are multiple,
A garment for the soul divine.
Under all the pain and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The child is more diapers;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is taken by women bright
And returned to his own pleasure.
The bleat, the bark, below, and roar,
Are waves that beat on the shore of the sky.

The baby who cries the stem below
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar in rags floating in the air,
Is the sky to shreds tear.

The soldier, armed with sword and gun
Paralytic strikes summer sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
That all the gold on Afric shore.

A mite snatched from the hands of lab'rer
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Is the nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the faith of the child
Be imitated age and death.
One who must teach children to question
The tomb is ever going rotten.

He who respects the faith of the child
Triumphing over death and hell.
The child's toys and why the old
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner who sits so sly,
Do not know how.