APPENDIX II
[The two songs referred to in editor's introduction, found in Blake's autograph on the fly-leaves of a copy of the original edition of Poetical Sketches, and here reprinted from Shepherd's text (ed. 1874, p. 154). See also his Introduction to that edition, p. vi.]
Welcome, stranger, to this place, 1
Where joy doth sit on every bough,
Paleness flies from every face;
We reap not what we do not sow.
Innocence doth like a rose 5
Bloom on every maiden's cheek;
Honour twines around her brows,
The jewel health adorns her neck.
I stranger] little stranger EY.
Song by an Old Shepherd
When silver snow decks Sylvia's clothes, 1
And jewel hangs at shepherd's nose.
We can abide life's pelting storm,
That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.
Whilst Virtue is our walking-staff, 5
And Truth a lantern to our path,
We can abide life's pelting storm.
That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.
Blow, boisterous wind, stern Winter frown, 9
Innocence is a Winter's gown.
So clad, we'll abide life's pelting storm.
That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.
Shepherd, p. 154.
1, 2 When . . . nose]. Cp. Blind-man's Buff (Poetical Sketches), 11. 1-2. 8 That] Which EY.
