The Divine Image
From Songs of Innocence
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God, our father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is Man, his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every dime
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk, or jew;
Where Mercy, Love & Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.
A flower was offered to me:
Such a flower as May never bore.
But I said "I've a Pretty Rose-tree",
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:
To tend her by day and by night.
But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.
My Pretty Rose Tree
Love to faults is always blind
Always is to joy inclind
Lawless wingd and unconfined
And breaks all chains from every mind

Deceit to secrecy confind
Lawful cautious and refind
To every thing but interest blind
And forges fetters for the mind.
How to Know Love from Deceit
Why was Cupid a Boy
Why was Cupid a Boy 
And why a boy was he 
He should have been a Girl 
For ought that I can see 

For he shoots with his bow 
And the Girl shoots with her Eye 
And they both are merry & glad 
And laugh when we do cry 

And to make Cupid a Boy  
Was the Cupid Girls mocking plan 
For a boy cant interpret the thing
Till he is become a man 

And then hes so piercd with care 
And wounded with arrowy smarts 
That the whole business of his life 
Is to pick out the heads of the darts  

Twas the Greeks love of war 
Turnd Love into a Boy 
And Woman into a Statue of Stone 
And away fled every joy