BURNING BRIGHT {"Did He Smile(?)His Work To See} FOREST OF THE NIGHT

"SON'S A SON 

UNTIL 

HE GETS  HIM A WIFE."

James E. Avery, DVM

B{+One Pearl Out of One, Two, Three}~

"DAUGHTER'S A DAUGHTER 

ALL 

HER LIFE."

 ONCE 

YOU CAN ACCEPT 

THE 

UNIVERSE 

AS

 MATTER 

EXPANDING 

INTO 

NOTHING THAT IS SOMETHING...

  WEARING STRIPES... 

WITH 

PLAID COMES EASY.

BEFORE THERE CAN BE A CONFLICT...

THERE MUST FIRST BE A COMMON INTEREST.

BEFORE THERE IS AN ADVANTAGE...

THERE MUST FIRST BE SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

TYGER TYGER, BURNING BRIGHT,

IN THE FORESTS OF THE NIGHT;

WHAT IMMORTAL HAND OR EYE,

COULD FRAME THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY?

 IN WHAT DISTANT DEEPS OR SKIES.

BURNT THE FIRE OF THINE EYES?

ON WHAT WINGS DARE HE ASPIRE?

WHAT THE HAND, DARE SEIZE THE FIRE?

AND WHAT SHOULDER, AND WHAT ART,

COULD TWIST THE SINEWS OF THY HEART?

AND WHEN THY HEART BEGAN TO BEAT,

WHAT DREAD HAND? WHAT DREAD FEET?

WHAT THE HAMMER? WHAT THE CHAIN,

IN WHAT FURNACE WAS THY BRAIN?

WHAT THE ANVIL? WHAT DREAD GRASP,

DARE ITS DEADLY TERRORS CLASP!

 WHEN THE STARS THREW DOWN THEIR SPEARS

AND WATER'D HEAVEN WITH THEIR TEARS:

DID HE SMILE HIS WORK TO SEE?

DID HE WHO MADE THE LAMB MAKE THEE?

tiger tiger burning bright,

in the forests of the night:

what immortal hand or eye,

dare frame thy fearful symmetry?