from Songs of Experience (1794)
I wander thro each charterd street,
Near where the charterd Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice; in every ban,
The mind-forgd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
9:4And the Lord said unto him, Go through the
midst of the city, through the midst of Jerusalem, and set
a mark upon the foreheads of the men that sigh and that
cry for all the abominations that be done in the midst thereof.
For the context of this verse, see the document Ezekiel,
Chapter 9 in this anthology.