William Blake
Man was made for Joy and Woe
And when this we rightly know
Through the World we safely go,
Joy and Woe are woven fine
A clothing for the soul divine,
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
And when this we rightly know
Through the World we safely go,
Joy and Woe are woven fine
A clothing for the soul divine,
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
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