[Songs of Innocence:]
Shepherd I.
Spring I (last stanza, H).
Holy Thursday Ĥ.
Laughing Song H.
Nurse's Song I.
The Divine Image Θ.
H.
The little Black Boy Θ: yea Θ+Θ*!
Infant Joy H. (N.b. for the 3 last lines I should wish — When wilt thou smile, or — O smile, O smile! I'll sing the while — For a Babe two days old does not, cannot smile, and innocence and the very truth of Nature must go together. Infancy is too holy a thing to be ornamented.) —
Echoing Green I (the figures H, and of the second leaf Ĥ).
The Cradle Song I.
The School Boy Ĥ.
Night Θ
On another's Sorrow I.
A Dream ? —
The little Boy lost I (the drawing H).
The little boy found I.
The Blossom o.
The Chimney Sweeper o.
The Voice of the Ancient Bard o.
[Songs of Experience:]
Introduction H.
Earth's Answer H.
Infant Sorrow I.
The Clod and the Pebble I.
The Garden of Love H.
The Fly I.
The Tyger H.
A little boy lost H.
Holy Thursday I.
P. 13, o.
Nurse's Song o
The little girl lost and found (the ornaments most exquisite! the poem I).
Chimney Sweeper in the Snow o.
To Tirzah — and The Poison Tree I and yet o.
A little Girl lost o (I would have had it omitted — not for the want of innocence in the poem, but from the too probable want of it in many readers).
London I.
The Sick Rose I
The little Vagabond — Tho' I cannot approve altogether of this last poem, and have been inclined to think that the error which is most likely to beset the scholars of Em.[manuel] Sw[edenborg] is that of utterly demerging the tremendous incompatibilities with an evil will that arise out of the essential Holiness of the abysmal Aseity in the Love of the eternal Person — and thus giving temptation to weak minds to sink this Love itself into good nature, & yet still I disapprove the mood of mind in this wild poem so much less than I do the servile blind worm, wrap-rascal Scurf-coat of FEAR of the modern Saints (whose whole Being is a Lie, to themselves as well as to their Brethren), that I should laugh with good conscience in watching a Saint of the new stamp, one of the Fixt Stars of our eleemosynary Advertisements, groaning in wind-pipe! and with the whites of his Eyes upraised at the audacity of this Poem! — Anything rather than this degradation† of Humanity, and therein of the Incarnate Divinity!