Morning (Blake)

William Blake (1757–1827)

Morning

To find the Western pathRight thro' the Gates of WrathI urge my way;Sweet Mercy leads me on:With soft repentant moan 5I see the break of day.

The war of swords & spearsMelted by dewy tearsExhales on high;The Sun is freed from fears 10And with soft grateful tearsAscends the sky.

Morning

To find the western pathRight thro the gates of WrathI urge my waySweet Mercy leads me onWith soft repentant moan 5I see the break of day

The war of swords & spearsMelted by dewy tearsExhales on highThe Sun is freed from fears 10And with soft grateful tearsAscends the sky