William Blake, Songs of Experience: London

I wander thro' each charter'd street.
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
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Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man.
In every Infants cry of fear.
In every voice; in every ban.
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The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls.
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
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Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
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And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse