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William Blake - I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day
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I rose up at the dawn of day—
`Get thee away! get thee away!
Pray`st thou for riches? Away! away!
This is the Throne of Mammon grey.`

Said I: This, sure, is very odd;
I took it to be the Throne of God.
For everything besides I have:
It is only for riches that I can crave.

I have mental joy, and mental health,
And mental friends, and mental wealth;
I`ve a wife I love, and that loves me;
I`ve all but riches bodily.

I am in God`s presence night and day,
And He never turns His face away;
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And he holds my money-bag in his hand.

For my worldly things God makes him pay,
And he`d pay for more if to him I would pray;
And so you may do the worst you can do;
Be assur`d, Mr. Devil, I won`t pray to you.

Then if for riches I must not pray,
God knows, I little of prayers need say;
So, as a church is known by its steeple,
If I pray it must be for other people.

He says, if I do not worship him for a God,
I shall eat coarser food, and go worse shod;
So, as I don`t value such things as these,
You must do, Mr. Devil, just as God please.
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