To see a World in a Grain of Sand - Blake -

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

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A Truth thats told with bad intent 

Beats all the Lies you can invent 

It is right it should be so 

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Man was made for Joy & Woe 

And when this we rightly know 

Thro the World we safely go 

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Joy & Woe are woven fine 

A Clothing for the soul divine 

Under every grief & pine 

Runs a joy with silken twine 

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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 

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We are led to Believe a Lie 

When we see not Thro the Eye 

Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night 

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light

-Blake -