The Chimney Sweeper
A little black thing in the snow,Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe!"Where are thy father and mother? Say!"--"They are both gone up to the church to pray.
"Because I was happy upon the heath,And smiled among the winter's snow,They clothed me in the clothes of death,And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
"And because I am happy and dance and sing,They think they have done me no injury,And are gone to praise God and his priest and king,Who make up a heaven of our misery."
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