by William Blake (1757-1827)
Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau,
Mock on, Mock on! tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind
And the wind blows it back again
And every sand becomes a Gem
Reflected in the beams divine
Blown back they blind the mocking Eye
But still in Israel’s paths they shine
The Atoms of Democritus
And Newton’s Particles of light
Are sands upon the Red Sea shore
Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright
