"In every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear."
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"In every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear."
LONDON
I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
-William Blake, from Songs of Experience