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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. redbreast in a cage Puts all 'Heaven in a rage; A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons Shudders hell through all its regions; A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the State; A game-cock clipped and armed for fight Doth the rising sun affright; A horse misused upon the road Calls to Heaven for human blood; Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from Hell a human soul; Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain doth tear; A skylark wounded on the wing Doth make a cherub cease to sing.

He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men; He who the ox to wrath has moved Shall never be by woman loved; He who shall train the horse to war Shall never pass the Polar Bar; The wanton boy that kills the fly Shall feel the spiders enmity; He who torments the chafer's sprite Weaves a bower in endless night The caterpillar on the leaf Repeas to thee thy mother's grief:
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