looking on her sleeping infant, which he calls a cradle song:[1]
"Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee,
Thy Maker lay and wept for me.
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small;
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee.
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles."
These quotations are from the Songs of Innocence and Experience, engraved on type plates, which work the author of this is now in possession of, by the kindness of Mr. Blake, who bequeathed them to him, as well as all of his works that remained unsold at his death, being writings, paintings, and a very great number of copperplates, of whom impressions may be obtained.
Catherine Blake, the buttress of her husband's hopes, the stay to his thoughts, the admirer of his genius, the companion of his solitude and the solace of his days, was now left without the protecting hand of the most affectionate of husbands. She grieved much, but she had a hopeful and a
- ↑ Songs of Innocence.
