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TO THE MUSES.

Whether on Ida's shady brow,

Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the Sun that now

From ancient melody have ceased ; Whether in Heaven ye wander fair,

Or the green corners of the Earth, Or the blue regions of the air,

Where the melodious winds have birth

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove

Beneath the bosom of the sea,
Wandering in many a coral grove ;

Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry:
How have you left your ancient love

That bards of old enjoyed in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move,

The sound is forced, the notes are few.

[From Songs of Innocence.]

INTRODUCTION.

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:-
*Pipe a song about a lamb;'
So I piped with merry cheer.
'Piper, pipe that song again :'
So I piped; he wept to hear.
Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe,
Sing thy songs of happy cheer :'
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.

* Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read'-
So he vanished from my sight ;
And I plucked a hollow reach
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs,
Every child may joy to hear.

THE LAMB.

Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead ;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?

Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little lamb I'll tell thee;
Little lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls himself a Lamb ;
He is meek and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.

Little lamb, God bless thee !
Little lamb, God bless thee!

NIGHT.

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine ;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.

The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy grove,
Where flocks have ta’en delight ;
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright :
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
On each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey
They pitying stand and weep,
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful
The angels most heedful
Receive each mild spirit
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold :
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying : Wrath by His meekness
And by His health sickness,
Are driven away
From our immortal day.

And now beside thee, bieaiing lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
For, washed in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold.'

[From Songs of Experience.)

AH, SUNFLOWER.

Ahy Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done
Where the youth pined away with desirt,
And the pale virgin, shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my sunflower wishes to go!

THE TIGER.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry ?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes ?
On what wings dare he aspire ?
What the hand dare seize the fire ?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand ? and what dread feet)
What the hammer? what the chain ?
In what furnace was thy brain ?
What the anvil ? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see ?
Did He who made the lamb, make thes?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

THE ANGEL

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden queen,
Guarded by an angel mild ;
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled.

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away ;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight

So he took his wings and fled ;
Then the morn blushed rosy red ;
I dried my tears and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spean

Soon my angel came again :
I was armed, he came in vain ;
For the time of youth was flea,
And grey hairs were on my head.

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