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.