Morning (Blake)

1st reading:
Morning

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

The war of swords & spears Melted by dewy tears Exhales on high; The Sun is freed from fears 10 And with soft grateful tears Ascends the sky. ______________________________________

2nd reading:
Morning

To find the western path Right thro the gates of Wrath I urge my way Sweet Mercy leads me on With soft repentant moan 5 I see the break of day

The war of swords & spears Melted by dewy tears Exhales on high The Sun is freed from fears 10 And with soft grateful tears Ascends the sky

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