William Blake poem- sent by Kerry

Man was made for Joy & Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy & Woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul Devine;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

William Blake

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