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I wander thro’ each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And 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 thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
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