On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night:
Is this creation something of which God was proud? Blake is again struggling with the concept of evil being deliberately created by his God, a supposedly compassionate and good entity. Is he asking the question, “Does God just allow evil to exist, or does he create it for his own amusement?” 
 There is no clear answer given the biblical passage 
 And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. (Genesis 1:31, KJV). 
 It may, however, refer to the gift of free will that God gave to his ‘children’, who then allowed evil into their world, though this isn’t posited in poem.
The Tyger