Songs and Proverbs of William Blake, Op. 74: XIV. Ev'ry Night and Ev'ry Morn

Every night and every morn

Some to misery are born

Every morn and every night

Some are born to sweet delight

Some are born to sweet delight

Some are born to endless night

We are led to believe a lie

When we see not through the eye

Which was born in a night

To perish in a night

When the soul slept in beams of light

God appears and God is light

To those poor souls who dwell in night

But as a human form displayed

To those who dwell in realms of day