I heard an Angel singing

I heard an Angel singing
     When the day was springing：
     `Mercy， Pity， Peace
     Is the world's release.'
     Thus he sang all day
     Over the new-mown hay，
     Till the sun went down，
     And haycocks lookèd brown.
     I heard a Devil curse
     Over the heath and 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'd the heavy rain
     Over the new reap'd grain；
     And Misery's increase
     Is Mercy， Pity， Peace.