William Blake

SONGS OF EXPERIENCE
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The School Boy

 I love to rise in a summer morn,
 When the birds sing on every tree;
 The distant huntsman winds his horn,
 And the sky-lark sings with me.
 O! what sweet company.
 
 But to go to school in a summer morn.
 O! it drives all joy away;
 Under a cruel eye outworn,
 The little ones spend the day,
 In sighing and dismay.
 
 Ah! then at times I drooping sit,
 And spend many an anxious hour.
 Nor in my book can I take delight,
 Nor sit in learnings bower,
 Worn thro' with the dreary shower.
 
 How can the bird that is born for joy,
 Sit in a cage and sing.
 How can a child when fears annoy,
 But droop his tender wing,
 And forget his youthful spring
 
 O! father & mother, if buds are nip'd,
 And blossoms blown away,
 And if the tender plants are strip'd
 Of their joy in the springing day,
 By sorrow and cares dismay,
 
 How shall the summer arise in joy.
 Or the summer fruits appear.
 Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy
 Or bless the mellowing year,
 When the blasts of winter appear. 
                     Plate 26 
 The Voice of the Ancient Bard
 
 Youth of delight come hither:
 And see the opening morn,
 Image of truth new born.
 Doubt is fled & clouds of reason
 Dark disputes & artful teazing.
 Folly is an endless maze,
 Tangled roots perplex her ways,
 How many have fallen there!
 They stumble all night over bones of the dead;
 And feel they know not what but care;
 And wish to lead others when they should be led.