The Tyger and the Lamb in Griffin, Georgia

I rode out on the Spring-time streets of Griffin-town
And the skies above me were an infant baby boy blue
And the grass was a tender, callow green,
Like the first sheepish poking of the first planting
Spring and the flowers offered their baby girl pinks
And bright butter-sunshine yellows, a pretty ribbon on the package

This is the day that the Lord has made

And yesterday, last week, last month when the cyclones blew
And the broad oak trees and maples tumbled down and were toppled
From the power of those winds, until the morning's sunshine's light
Showed the tragedies of loss and the chaos of chance
To so many of our brothers and sisters

Yet, this too is the day that the Lord has made.

And so the lamb who frolics to the tabor's piping in Springtime softness
And the tyger who watches from the darkened forests of the midnight blackness
Licking his lips in anticipation and hunger, are children of the same Creator.
So, Blake shall offer our catechism this pleasant morning:
The God of Moses, the God of Jonah as well.