Friday, August 8, 2008

How Blake saw religion killing Christianity

I went to the Garden of Love
And saw what I never had seen:
A chapel was built in the midst
Where I used to play in the green.

And the gates of this chapel were shut
And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore;

And I saw it was filled with graves
And tombstones where flowers should be
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds
And binding with briers my joys & desires.

William Blake, 1757-1827