London

I wander thro' each dirty street,
Near where the dirty Thames does flow,
And [see del.] mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In [every voice of every child del.] every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The [german del.] mind forg'd [links del.] I hear manacles I hear.

[But most del.] How the chimney sweeper’s cry
[Blackens o'er the churches' walls, del.]
Every black'ning church appalls,
And the hapless Soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.

[But most the midnight harlot's curse
From every dismal street I hear,
Weaves around the marriage hearse
And blasts the new born infant's tear. del.]

But most from every del.] thro' wintry streets I hear
How the midnight harlot's curse
Blasts the new born Infant’s tear,
And [hangs del.] smites with plagues the Marriage hearse.

But most the shrieks of youth I hear
But most thto' midnight & . . . .
Hw the youthful . . .