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.