ABSTRACT
The first clear voice of romanticism was that of William Blake 1 (1757– 1827). It was almost unheeded. There were times when the failure of his fellow-men to respond to his message moved him to indignant protest; but beneath his anger there was always an abiding happiness, for this neglect was but an incident in the warfare which his imagination waged with spiritual enemies. That the few men who recognized his genius did not comprehend his ideas and that the world passed him by was of little moment to one who knew that his works were the delight of the archangels. 2 The Descriptive Catalogue of his pictures closes with these noble and prophetic words:
