And, if any girl's lover forsake her for me,

I'll refuse him my hand, and from envy be free."

She went out in the morning attired plain and neat; "Proud Mary's gone mad," said the child in the

street;

She went out in the morning in plain neat attire, And came home in the evening bespattered with mire.

She trembled and wept, sitting on the bedside,

She forgot it was night, and she trembled and cried;
She forgot it was night, she forgot it was morn,
Her soft memory imprinted with faces of scorn;
With faces of scorn and with eyes of disdain,
Like foul fiends inhabiting Mary's mild brain ;
She remembers no face like the human divine;
All faces have envy, sweet Mary, but thine.

And thine is a face of sweet love in despair,
And thine is a face of mild sorrow and care,
And thine is a face of wild terror and fear
'That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier.

AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE.

"O see a world in a grain of sand,

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And a heaven in a wild flower; Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.

A Robin Redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage;

A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.

A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state;

A game-cock clipped and armed for fight
Doth the rising sun affright;

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to Heaven for human blood.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul;
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain doth tear;
A skylark wounded on the wing
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men ;
He who the ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by woman loved;
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity;
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf

Repeats to thee thy mother's grief;
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keep the human soul from care :

The lamb misused breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgment draweth nigh;
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou shalt grow fat.
Every tear from every eye

Becomes a babe in eternity;

The bleat, the bark, bellow and roar,

Are waves that beat on Heaven's shore.

The bat that flits at close of eve

Has left the brain that won't believe ;
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue;
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of Envy's foot;
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist's jealousy ;

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Cæsar's laurel-crown.

Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armourer's iron brace ;
The soldier armed with sword and gun
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
When gold and gems adorn the plough,
To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
The beggar's rags fluttering in air
Do to rags the heavens tear;
The prince's robes and beggar's rags

Are toadstools on the miser's bags.

One mite wrung from the labourer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands,
Or, if protected from on high,

Shall that whole nation sell and buy ;
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Then all the gold on Afric's shore.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate;
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave Old England's winding-sheet;
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Shall dance before dead England's hearse.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mocked in age and death ;
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotten grave shall ne'er get out;
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.

The babe is more than swaddling-bands
Throughout all these human lands ;
Tools were made, and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.