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Auguries of Innocence
by William Blake

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.
A robin 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 horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipped and armed for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misused breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
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.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of Envy's foot.
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands,
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright
And returned to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes Revenge! in realms of death.
The beggar's rags fluttering in air
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier armed with sword and gun
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the labourer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands,
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mocked in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plough
To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
A riddle or the cricket's cry
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

For Christmas I didn't get a Wii or a new camera :/
I got this skirt that I've wanted for a while, a pair of jeans and tights, socks, a Justin Bieber shirt, a Gir shirt, a Keyblade key chain, and some hair clips.
From Devin I got a necklace, a ring, this nail polish I've wanted, flowers, and a photo album full of flowers that Devin pressed while he was in France (:
My mom gave me this really awesome nail art set that I wanted!
My nails look super awesome.
I got myself a treble clef necklace at Walmart (:
That's all.
Oh, and like, $35.

My dad is giving me $200, which is more than enough to cover for my Rebel. I'm kinda excited. Honestly, I don't really want to accept this money, but I want this camera so bad, no one else is gonna help me get it but my mom, and she doesn't have much, so I don't wanna take her money!


Last week I spent about $120 on Christmas gifts, money that I was saving up for my Rebel, I was only $120 short so I asked my aunt if she could cover it for me until I get the money to pay her back and she said no. She said that she wasn't going to buy me anymore cameras, but she's NEVER BOUGHT ME A CAMERA BEFORE. I'll never understand why she keeps saying that. It makes absolutely no sense to me.
I was expecting her to say no. Why would she want to support what's meaningful to me? It's not like I'm her daughter or anything. It's not like I haven't been waiting for this for 2 years. It's not like I'm most likely going to make a living off of this. It's not like I don't even deserve this at all.
No, of course not.
She told me to ask my other aunt (from my mothers side) but I'm not going to do that because that would be kinda messed up! I never talk to her so I think it would be pretty messed up to talk to her JUST for money. I'd never do that. And what's the difference anyway, why can't she just cover it? Why make it difficult for me and ask someone else?
Anyway.
So, I cried for two days, I was VERY upset, I felt like I wasn't meant to be a photographer.
My aunt and uncle support everything my cousins do, my older cousin likes music so they got her a keyboard, my younger cousin (gets EVERYTHING SHE WANTS) likes guitar so my uncle got her a guitar and amp and everything for Christmas last year. He even pays for all of her guitar lessons and he wants to get her an acoustic guitar already! When I asked my uncle he laughed. Yeah, like I had any chances of getting anything from him, he always said that he's gonna treat me like one of his girls, but I have yet to see that. If I were to get treated like my younger cousin, I'd have everything my heart desires.
They're willing to support my cousins hobbies but not mine? All I ask is for $120, I can't believe they're willing to spend so much money to support what my cousins want, but nothing for me? Am I not worthy enough?

Then on Christmas my aunt told me about my dad sending me $200.
I don't know how to feel.
I feel angry, I feel sad, I feel rejected, disappointed, and overall; confused.

Oh yeah, and to top things off, my Powershot is messed up.