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Quote by William Blake
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. – William Blake

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Can I see anothers woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, and not seek for kind relief? – William Blake

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When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty. – William Blake

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