From Hills To Mills

Industry stole those splendid hills By taking fields and building mills. Down in each vale man's cauldrons brew Spewing out soot and see-o-two. But even worse was vile venom. The days of acid rain had come As brimstone coal made sulphur fume That in the raincloud formed a plume. And back-to-back by chimney stack Defined the world in shades of black. The jet, the soot, the anthracite. From all black bright there shone midnight.