Adventskalender 19. desember

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I heard an Angel singing

When the day was springing,

"Mercy, Pity, Peace"

"Is the world's release."

Thus he sung all day

Over the new mown hay,

till the sun went down

And haycocks looked brown.

I heard a Devil curse

Over the health & the furze,

"Mercy could be no more,

"If there was nobody poor,

"And pity no more could be,

"If all were as happy as we."

At his curse the sun went down.

And the heavens gave a frown.

Down poyr'd the heavy rain

Over the new reap'd grain,

And Miseries' increase

Is Mercy, Pity, Peace.

William Blake, 1793

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Om Blake i romanform: http://sansereiser.blogspot.com/2011/01/reiser-fra-uskyld-til-erfaring.html