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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
William Blake
Ah, sunflower, weary of time,Who countest the steps of the sun,Seeking after that sweet golden climeWhere the traveller’s journey is done.
I have mental joys and mental health,Mental friends and mental wealth,I’ve a wife that I love and that loves me;I’ve all but riches bodily.
I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe;I told it not, my wrath did grow.
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainedWith the blood of the grape, pass not, but sitBeneath my shady roof; there thou mayst restAnd tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,And all the daughters of the year shall dance!Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
O thou who passest through our valleys inThy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heatThat flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer,Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oftBeneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheldWith joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark,Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
Since all the riches of this worldMay be gifts from the devil and earthly kings,I should suspect that I worshipped the devilIf I thanked my God for worldly things.
Sweet babe, in thy faceSoft desires I can trace,Secret joys and secret smiles,Little pretty infant wiles.
Sweet sleep, with soft downWeave thy brows an infant crown!Sweet sleep, angel mild,Hover o’er my happy child.
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!