London
(专辑： Baptism: A Journey Through Our Time - 1968)
I
wander through 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, 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.
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