Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;

Mock on, mock on, 'tis all in vain.

You throw the sand against the wind,

And the wind blows it back again.

Reflected in the beams divine;

Blown back, they blind the mocking Eye,

But still in Israel's paths they shine.

And Newton's Particles of light

Are sands upon the Red sea shore,

Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.

Note: "Israel" is a two-syllable word in the 18th-century

My mother bore me in the southern wild,

And I am black, but O! my soul is white;

White as an angel is the English child,

But I am black as if bereav'd of light

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Note:  This one is famous partly because of its odd meter.  What is it?