Mercy, Pity, Peace
THE TWO SONGS
I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
"Mercy, Pity, and Peace
Is the world's release."
Thus he sung all day
Over the new-mown hay,
Till the sun went down
And haycocks lookèd brown.
I heard a Devil curse
Over the heath and the furze:
"Mercy could be no more,
If there was nobody poor,
And pity no more could be,
If all were as happy as ye:
And mutual fear brings peace.
Miseries' increase
Are mercy, pity, peace."
At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.
William Blake (1857-1727)
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