The words from this polaroid were taken from Auguries of Innocence; a poem by William Blake. It is far to long to post the entire poem, but I thought it would be cool to post the last couple of verses of that great poem by William Blake.......

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
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.