LONDON


        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 city of every Man,
        in every infant's cry of fear,
        In every voice, in every bar,
        The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

        William Blake
         

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