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DAYBREAK.
To find the western path,
Right through the gates of wrath
I urge my way;
Sweet morning leads me on:
With soft repentant moan,
I see the break of day
The war of swords and spears,
Melted by dewy tears,
Exhales on high;
The sun is freed from fears,
- And
- with soft grateful tears,
Ascends the sky.
The following is full of truth most quaintly expressed, with a homeliness
of phrase quite delicious. It is one of the Songs of Innocence,
published, as we learn from Gilchrist's Life of Blake, in the year 1789.
They were engraved on copper with illustrations by Blake, and printed and
bound by his wife. When we consider them in respect of the time when they
were produced, we find them marvellous for their originality and
simplicity.
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