When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven w... - William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience

"How can the bird that is born for joySit in a cage and sing?How can a child, when fears annoy,But droop his tender wing,And forget his youthful spring?"

"And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires."