Chapter 23 at dawn

at dawn i heard an angel sing mercy peace is the liberation of the world he sings like this all day over the freshly cut hay until the sun goes down haystacks look yellow i heard a devil curse Over the heather and gorse kindness no longer exists if no one is poor if everyone is as happy no more mercy He cursed the sun to set sky frowned pouring rain watering the freshly cut crops Suffering adds to peace mercy kindness I heard an Angel singing When the day was springing: Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the worlds Thus he sung all day Over the new-mown hay, Till the sun went down,

And haycocks looked brown. I heard a Devil curse Over the heath & the furze: Mercy could be no more If there was nobody poor And pity no more could be If all were as happy as we At his curse the sun went down And the heavens gave a frown Down pour the heavy rain Over the new reapd grain And Miserys increase Is Mercy, Pity, Peace