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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sun descending in the west,<br>The evening star does shine;<br>The birds are silent in their nest,<br>And I must seek for mine.<br>The moon, like a flower<br>In heaven’s high bower,<br>With silent delight,<br>Sits and smiles on the night.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Farewell, green fields and happy groves,<br>Where flocks have took delight.<br>Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves<br>The feet of angels bright;<br>Unseen, they pour blessing,<br>And joy without ceasing,<br>On each bud and blossom,<br>And each sleeping bosom.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They look in every thoughtless nest<br>Where birds are covered warm;<br>They visit caves of every beast,<br>To keep them all from harm:<br>If they see any weeping<br>That should have been sleeping,<br>They pour sleep on their head,<br>And sit down by their bed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When wolves and tigers howl for prey,<br>They pitying stand and weep;<br>Seeking to drive their thirst away,<br>And keep them from the sheep.<br>But if they rush dreadful,<br>The angels, most heedful,<br>Receive each mild spirit,<br>New worlds to inherit.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And there the lion’s ruddy eyes<br>Shall flow with tears of gold,<br>And pitying the tender cries,<br>And walking round the fold,<br>Saying: ‘Wrath, by His meekness,<br>And, by His health, sickness<br>Is driven away<br>From our immortal day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=38183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘And now beside thee, bleating lamb,<br>I can lie down and sleep;<br>Or think on Him who bore thy name,<br>Graze after thee and weep.<br>For, wash'd in life’s river<br>My bright mane for ever<br>Shall shine like the gold<br>As I guard o’er the fold.’</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=William+Blake&d=Songs+of+Innocence">Songs of Innocence</a></em></div>

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