William Blake (1757–1827). The Poetical Works. 1908.
Poems from the Rossetti MS.: Later PoemsIf it is true what the Prophets write
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That the heathen gods are all stocks and stones,
Shall we, for the sake of being polite,
Feed them with the juice of our marrow-bones?
What the finger of God pointed to their view,
Shall we suffer the Roman and Grecian rods
To compel us to worship them as gods?
And worshipp’d them that they might make inspirèd art abhorr’d;
And their sublime intent given to their kings.
All the atonements of Jehovah spurn’d,
And criminals to sacrifices turn’d.