I Heard An Angel Singing When The Day Was Springing: "Mercy, Pity, And Peace, Are The World'S Release." So He Sang All Day Over The New-Mown Hay, Till The Sun Went Down, And The Haycocks Looked Brown. I Heard A Devil Curse Over The Heath And The Furse: "Mercy Vould Be No More If There Were Nobody Poor, And Pity No More Could Be If All Were Happy As Ye: And Mutual Fear Brings Peace, Misery'S Increase Are Mercy, Pity, And Peace." At His Curse The Sun Went Down, And The Heavens Gave A Frown.