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Hear The Voice Of The Bard
Hear the voice of the Bard ! / Who present, past, and future sees; / Whose ears have heard
Holy Thursday
Is this a holy thing to see / In a rich and fruitful land, / Babes reduced to misery,
How Sweet I Roam'd
How sweet I roam'd from field to field, / And tasted all the summer's pride / 'Til the prince of love beheld
I Heard An Angel
I heard an Angel singing / When the day was springing, / 'Mercy, Pity, Peace
I Rose Up At The Dawn Of Day
I rose up at the dawn of day / `Get thee away! get thee away! / Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away!
I Saw A Chapel
I saw a chapel all of gold / That none did dare to enter in, / And many weeping stood without,
I See The Four-fold Man
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep / And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. / I see the Past, Present and Future existing all at once
If It Is True What The Prophets Write
If it is true, what the Prophets write, / That the heathen gods are all stocks and stones, / Shall we, for the sake of being polite,
Infant Joy
"I have no name; / I am but two days old." / What shall I call thee?
Infant Sorrow
My mother groaned, my father wept: / Into the dangerous world I leapt, / Helpless, naked, piping loud,
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