THE LITTLE GIRL LOST
In futurity
I prophesy
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the deep)
Shall arise, and seek
For her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
In futurity
I prophesy
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the deep)
Shall arise, and seek
For her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
Blake - Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience
