When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Happy Independence, America. And keep on burning, tyger bright.
Monday, July 5, 2010
What immortal hand or eye?
I'd never thought of fireworks and William Blake as things that go together, but watching the fireworks on Saturday, I couldn't get this stanza out of my head:
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Happy Independence, America. And keep on burning, tyger bright.
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Happy Independence, America. And keep on burning, tyger bright.
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