|TO see a World in a grain of sand,|
|And a Heaven in a wild flower,|
|Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,|
|And Eternity in an hour.
|The bat that flits at close of eve|| 5|
|Has left the brain that wont believe.|
|The owl that calls upon the night|
|Speaks the unbelievers fright.
|Joy and woe are woven fine,|
|A clothing for the soul divine;|| 10|
|Under every grief and pine|
|Runs a joy with silken twine.
|Every tear from every eye|
|Becomes a babe in Eternity.
|The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar|| 15|
|Are waves that beat on Heavens shore.
|He who doubts from what he sees|
|Will neer believe, do what you please.|
|If the Sun and Moon should doubt,|
|Theyd immediately go out.
|God appears, and God is Light,|
|To those poor souls who dwell in Night;|
|But does a Human Form display|
|To those who dwell in realms of Day.|