(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

I Heard An Angel

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 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 we.'
At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.

Down pour'd the heavy rain
Over the new reap'd grain ...
And Miseries' increase
Is Mercy, Pity, Peace.

User Rating: 2,8 / 5 ( 75 votes ) 12

Comments (12)

I heard a Devil curse Over the heath and the furze, 'Mercy could be no more, If there was nobody poor, .../// a finest realistic and satirical stanza
The great William Blake, how we studied him in the literature classes drinking in his innocence and simplicity of thoughts. tony
And miseries’ increase is Mercy pity and peace. Marvelous poem!
Down pour'd the heavy rain! ! ! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A lovely poem by a great poet. Enjoyed.
See More