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I Heard An Angel

William Blake


I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
"Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release."

Thus he sung all day
Over the new mown hay,
Till the sun went down
And haycocks looked brown.

I heard a Devil curse
Over the heath and the furze,
"Mercy could be no more,
If there was nobody poor,

And pity no more could be,
If all were as happy as we."
At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.

Down pour'd the heavy rain
Over the new reap'd grain ...
And Miseries' increase
Is Mercy, Pity, Peace.


Background and Analysis of This Poem

William Blake's I Heard An Angel is a brief but sharply unsettling poem about mercy, pity, peace and the social conditions that make such virtues necessary. The poem appears in Blake's wider body of visionary and moral verse, and the Poetry Foundation presents it as a short lyric built around the voices of an angel and a devil. Blake, introduced by the Poetry Foundation as a poet, painter, engraver and visionary who wanted to transform both society and human perception, often used simple forms to expose difficult moral contradictions Poetry Foundation. This poem is a fine example: it looks plain, almost song-like, but the argument beneath it is anything but simple.

The angel begins by singing at daybreak, a setting that suggests freshness, innocence and spiritual clarity. His message praises Mercy, Pity and Peace as the release of the world. On its own, that seems beautifully Blakean, and it recalls the virtues celebrated in poems such as The Divine Image. The angel's song floats over new-mown hay, giving the scene a rural gentleness. For a moment, the world appears ordered by compassion. Mercy, pity and peace seem like the proper music of morning.

Then the devil answers, and the poem changes key. His argument is disturbing because it is not simply false. He claims that mercy would vanish if nobody were poor, and pity would no longer exist if everyone were happy. This is very close to the logic Blake explores in The Human Abstract, where pity, mercy and humility are shown to depend, in corrupted social systems, upon poverty and suffering. The devil's speech is a curse, but it also exposes a moral trap. A society may praise itself for pitying the poor while doing little to end poverty. In that case, pity becomes not release, but evidence of an unresolved injustice.

Blake's brilliance lies in refusing to make the angel and devil into a simple children's-book contrast. The angel sings a noble truth: mercy, pity and peace are indeed necessary to human life. The devil speaks a darker social truth: these virtues can be compromised when they depend upon the continued existence of misery. The poem therefore does not reject mercy or pity. It asks whether they have become substitutes for justice. That question remains painfully relevant. It is possible to admire compassion while still asking why compassion is needed in such abundance.

The movement from morning to sunset reinforces this moral darkening. The angel sings all day, but by the time the devil curses, the sun goes down and the heavens frown. The natural world seems to register the argument. Daylight cannot remain innocent after the contradiction has been spoken aloud. Blake often uses the passage from innocence to experience not as simple loss, but as a painful awakening. The Tate offers useful background on Blake's paired vision of innocence and experience, even though this particular poem is not one of the most famous Songs. The same moral pressure is clearly at work here.

For modern readers, I Heard An Angel is powerful because it turns a small dialogue into a searching social critique. The poem asks us to be wary of virtues that make us feel morally comfortable while leaving suffering untouched. Blake's angel gives us the language of compassion; his devil forces us to examine the world that makes compassion necessary. Between them, the reader is left with a difficult but generous challenge: mercy and pity are beautiful, but they should not become ornaments placed over injustice. True peace would not merely comfort the poor and unhappy. It would ask why they are poor and unhappy in the first place.

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