Hva sier den gamle asken når den går ved siden av ilden? What says the old ashes when it goes next to the fire? Que dice la vieja ceniza cuando camina junto al fuego?

To' see a World in a grain of sand.
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour,
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
(See what happens in Greece)
A horse misus'd upon the road
Calls to Heaven for human blood.
A fibre from the brain does tear.
(Look at our...)
A skylark wounded in the wing.
(Look at all the poor peoples in the world).
A cherubim does cease to sing.
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from Hell a Human soul.
(All the people suffering in the world). 
The wild deer, wandering here and there,
Keeps the Human soul from care.
(We need help to the human race).
The lamb misus'd breed public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
the bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe,
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and the window's cat,
Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat.
(So don't eat junk food)
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling-bands;
Throughout all these human lands
Tools were made, and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in Eternity;
This is caught by Females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night, to perish in a night,
When the Soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is Light,
To those poor souls who dwell in Night;
But does a Human Form display
To those who dwell in realms of Day...