The Two Songs
By William Blake
(See page [98])
I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing:
“Mercy, pity, and peace,
Are the world’s release.”
So he sang 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 were nobody poor,
And pity no more could be
If all were happy as ye:
And mutual fear brings peace.
Misery’s increase
Are mercy, pity, peace.”
At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.
By James Anthony Froude
(English historian, 1818-1894)
The endurance of the inequalities of life by the poor is the marvel of human society.