For Mercy has a human heart;
Pity, a human face;
And Love, the human form divine:
And Peace the human dress.

Songs of Innocence

Cruelty has a human heart
And jealousy a human face,
Terror the human form divine,
And secrecy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace seal'd,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

Songs of Experience - This poem was discovered posthumously.

Autore: William Blake