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Then you, ye auld, snick-drawing dog!
Ye cam to Paradise incog,
An play’d on man a cursed brogue
(Black be your fa’l)
An’gied the infant warld a shog,
‘Maist ruin’d a’.

Lang syne in Eden’s bonie yard,
When youthfu’ lovers first were pair’d,
An’ all the soul of love they shar’d
The raptur’d hour,
Sweet n the fragrant, flow’ry swaird,
In shady bow’r:
(This and next bit from Robert Burn’s Address to the Deil) (devil)

A fig for those by law protected
Liberty’s a glorious feast
Courts for cowards were erected
Churches built to please the priest.
-Robert Burns

These last few posts are from “Augeries of Innocence.”

It is right it should be so; man was made for joy and woe; and when this we rightly know, through the world, we safely go. joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine runs a joy with silken twine.
God appears and God is light to the to those poor souls who dwell in night; but does a human form display to those who dwell in realms of Day.

And so passed the Blake section. Enjoyable!
Ah! Sun-flower.
Augeries of Innocence maybe my fav of the bunch.
-a robin red breast in a cage, puts all heaven in a rage. The lamb misused breeds public strife, and yet forgives the butchers knife. A truth that’s told with bad intense beats all the lies you can invent.

Auguries of Innocence
Wowowowow. Maybe my favorite so far.

Going to read one or two poems from this a day. So probably a year or so to finish. I want to love poetry.