I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of order, marks of law.
In every pendulum's tireless swing,
In every whirling clockwork gear,
In every voice, in every thing,
The God-forged harmony I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper's sigh
Prevents the shining Church's collapse;
And how the Soldier's battlecry
Redraws in blood the Nation's maps.
But most through midnight streets I hear
How the Railway Guardian's shout
Dispels each traveller's worst fear,
And guides the Sun along its route.
-Gabriel Syme, "A Cheap Plastic William Blake Imitation".