"He who mocks the infant's faith Shall be mock'd in age and death. He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out. He w… - William Blake

He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away. Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me? For I dance,
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

The cut worm forgives the plow.