320 THE HUMAN FORM. 



Each part ma}' call Ihe farthest brother, 

 For head with foot hath private amity, 

 And both with moons and tides. 



" Nothing hath got so far 

 But man hath caught and kept it as his prey ; , 



His eyes dismount the highest star, 



He is, in little, all the sphere. 

 Herbs gladly cure our flesh, because that they 



Find their acquaintance there. 



" For us the winds do blow, 



The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains flow. 

 Nothing we see but means our good, 

 As our delight, or as our treasure ; 



The whole is either our cupboard of food, 

 Or cabinet of pleasure. 



" The stars have us to bed; 

 Night draws the curtain, which the sun withdraws, 



Music and light attend our head. 



All things unto our flesh are kind 

 In their descent and being ; to our mind 



In their ascent and cause. 



" More servants wait on man 

 Than he'll take notice of. In every path 



He treads down that which doth befriend him 

 When sickness makes him pale and wan. 

 O ! mighty love ! Man is one world, and hath 

 Another to attend him." 



William Blake on the Human Form also observes: — 



" To mercy, pity, peace, and love, 



All pray in their distress; 



And to these virtues of delight, 



Return their thankfulness. 



"For mercy, pity, peace and love, 

 Is God, our Father dear ; 

 And mercy, pity, peace, and love, 

 Is man, his child and care. 



"For mercy has a human heart, 

 Pity, a human face, 

 And love, the human form divine, 

 And peace, the human dress. 



" Then every man, of every clime, 

 That prays in his distress, 

 Prays to the Human Form Divine, 

 Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace. 



