William Blake

The grave is Heaven's golden gate,
And rich and poor around it wait;
O Shepherdess of England's read more

The grave is Heaven's golden gate,
And rich and poor around it wait;
O Shepherdess of England's fold,
Behold this gate of pearl and gold!
- William Blake,

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath die end.
I was angry read more

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath die end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

But to go to school in a summer morn,
Oh, it drives all joy away!
Under a read more

But to go to school in a summer morn,
Oh, it drives all joy away!
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day--
In sighing and dismay.

Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.

Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.