Pity would be no more <br />If we did not make somebody Poor; <br />And Mercy no more could be <br />If all were as happy as we. <br /> <br />And mutual fear brings peace, <br />Till the selfish loves increase: <br />Then Cruelty knits a snare, <br />And spreads his baits with care. <br /> <br />He sits down with holy fears, <br />And waters the grounds with tears; <br />Then Humility takes its root <br />Underneath his foot. <br /> <br />Soon spreads the dismal shade <br />Of Mystery over his head; <br />And the Catterpiller and Fly <br />Feed on the Mystery. <br /> <br />And it bears the fruit of Deceit, <br />Ruddy and sweet to eat; <br />And the Raven his nest has made <br />In its thickest shade. <br /> <br />The Gods of the earth and sea <br />Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree; <br />But their search was all in vain: <br />There grows one in the Human Brain.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-human-abstract/
