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The fields from Islington to Marybone, / To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, / Were builded over with pillars of gold; / And there Jerusalem's pillars stood.

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The countless gold of a merry heart,The rubies and pearls of a loving eye,The indolent never can bring to the mart,Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.

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When the stars threw down their spears, / And watered heaven with their tears, / Did he smile his work to see? / Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

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A Robin Redbreast in a cage, Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

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For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

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For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

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My mother groan'd, my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping load, Like a friend hid in a cloud.

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Energy is eternal delight.

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My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt; helpless, naked, piping loud, like a fiend hid in a cloud.

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To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.

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Tools were made and born were hands; every farmer understands.

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There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness.

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Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

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You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.

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Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

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Little Boy Full of joy; Little Girl, Sweet and small;

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Thou art a Man, God is no more. Thy own humanity learn to adore.

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Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, and they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals and is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, and if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.

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How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.

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I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

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