Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
OrthodoxyWilliam Blake (17571827)
“N
Nor venerates another so;
Nor is it possible to thought,
A greater than itself to know.
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door.”
In trembling zeal he seized his hair;
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
“Lo, what a fiend is here!” said he,
“One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy Mystery.”
The weeping parents wept in vain;
They stript him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain;
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain:
Are such things done on Albion’s shore?