<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="color: rgb(13, 25, 84);" class="">America: A Prophecy (excerpt)</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="color: rgb(13, 25, 84);" class=""><br class=""></span></div><p style="margin: 0px 0px 13px; line-height: normal; color: rgb(13, 25, 84);" class="">The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations;<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up;<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk & dry'd.<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing! awakening!<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds & bars are burst;</p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 13px; line-height: normal; color: rgb(13, 25, 84);" class="">Let the slave grinding at the mill, run out into the field:<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air;<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>Let the inchained soul shut up in darkness and in sighing,<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years;<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>Rise and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open.<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>And let his wife and children return from the opressors scourge;<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream.<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>Singing. The Sun has left his blackness, & has found a fresher morning<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night;<span style="line-height: normal; font-family: 'Lucida Grande';" class=""><br class="">
</span>For Empire is no more, and now the Lion & Wolf shall cease.</p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 13px; line-height: normal; color: rgb(13, 25, 84);" class="">For Everything that lives is holy. For Everything that lives is holy.</p><p style="margin: 0px 0px 13px; line-height: normal; color: rgb(13, 25, 84);" class=""><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Times;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>- William Blake</p><div class=""><br class=""></div></body></html>