The Laughing Song
(William Blake)
To the Accuser Who Is the God of This WorldTruly, my Satan, thou art but a Dunce,
And dost not know the Garment of the Man.
Every Harlot was a Virgin once,
Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan.
Tho? thou art Worship?d by the Names Divine
Of Jesus and Jehovah, thou are still
The Son of Morn in weary Night?s decline,
The lost Traveller?s Dream under the Hill"The Rhine Was Red..."(Fragments from "Jerusalem")The Rhine was red with humane blood,
The Danube roll?d a purple tide,
On the Euphrates Satan stood
And over Asia stretch?d his pride.
He wither?d up sweet Zion?s Hill
From every Nation of the Earth;
He wither?d up Jerusalem?s Gates
And in a dark Land gave her birth.
He wither?d up the Human Form
By laws of sacrifice for sin,
Till it became a Mortal Worm,
But O! translucent all within.
Spectre of Albion! warlike Fiend!
In clouds of blood and ruin roll?d,
I here reclaim thee as my own,
My Selfhood! Satan! arm?d in gold.
Is this thy soft Family-Love,
Thy cruel Patriarchal pride,
Planting the Family alone,
Destroying all the World beside?
A man?s worst enemies are those
Of his own house and family;
And he who makes his law a curse,
By his own law shall surely die.
In my Exchanges every Land,
Shall walk, and mine in every Land,
Mutual shall build Jerusalem,
Both heart in heart and hand in hand.Laughing SongFrom Songs of InnocenceWhen the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;
When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!'
When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!'
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