"Morning"

Random Poetry List LXV

To find the Western path
Right thru the Gates of Wrath
I urge my way;
Sweet Mercy leads me on:
With soft repentant moan
I see the break of day.

The war of swords & spears
Melted by dewy tears
Exhales on high;
The Sun is freed from fears
And with soft grateful tears
Ascends the sky.

William Blake (English, AD 1757-1827)

Originally e-mailed on Thursday, August 13, 1998 @ 9:51 PM.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Sun. 08/13/06 01:53:49 PM
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