THE POET'S CORNER #5
by William Blake
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon those clouded hills
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
I SAW THE MORNING BREAK
Ye that have faith shall look with fearless eyes
Beyond the tragedy of a world at strife,
And know that out of death and night shall rise
The dawn of ampler life
Rejoice, whatever anguish rend the heart,
That God hath given to you the priceless dower
To live in these great times, and have your part
In Freedom's crowning hour.
That ye may tell your sons who see the light
High in the heavens, and their high heritage take
I saw the powers of darkness take their flight,
I saw the morning break.
THE HOLY BIBLE
by Sir Walter Scott
"Within this wondrous volume lies
The mystery of mysteries;
Happy the man and blest his case
To whom his God hath given grace
To read, to meditate, to pray,
To lift the latch and find the way;
But better he had ne'er been born,
Who reads to doubt or reads to scorn,"
To be continued