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He came down from Highgate thro' Hackney & Holloway towards London

Till he came to old Stratford, & thence to Stepney & the Isle

Of Leutha's Dogs, thence thro' the narrows of the River's side,

And saw every minute particular, the jewels of Albion, running down

The kennels of the streets and lanes as if they were abhorr'd

Every Universal Form was become barren mountains of moral

Virtue, and every Minute Particular harden'd into grains of sand

And all the tendernesses of the soul cast forth as filth and mire.

Jerusalem by William Blake