Page:Songs of Innocence and of Experience, copy Z, 1826 (Library of Congress).pdf/48

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INFANT SORROW

MY mother groan'd, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling-bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.