1. The Songs of Innocenes

                Piping down the valleys wild,
                Piping songs of pleasant glee,
                On a cloud I saw a child,
                And he laughing said to me:

                "Pipe a song about a Lamb!"
                So I piped with merry chear.
                "Piper, pipe that song again"
                So I piped, he wept to hear.

                "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
                Sing thy songs of happy chear-
                So I sung the same again,
                While he wept with joy to hear.

                "Piper, sit thee down and write
                In a book, that all may read."
                So he vanish'd from my sight,
                And I pluck'd a hollow reed,

                And I made a rural pen,
                And I stain'd the water clear,
                And I wrote my happy songs
                Every child may joy to hear


2. A Poison Tree

                 I was angry with my friend;
                 I told my wrath, my wrath did end
                 I was angry with my foe:
                 I told it not, my wrath did grow.

                 And I waterd it in fears,
                 Night & morning with my tears:
                 And I sunned it with smiles,
                 And with soft deceitful wiles.

                 And it grew both day and night.
                 Till it bore an apple bright.
                 And my foe beheld it shine,
                 And he knew that it was mine.

                 And into my garden stole,
                 When the night had veild the pole;
                 In the morning glad I see;
                 My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.



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