William Blake-The Chimney Sweeper
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A little black thing among the snow, Crying ' 'weep! 'weep!' in notes of woe! 'Where are thy father & mother? say?' 'They are both gone up to church to pray. 'Because I was happy upon the heath, 'And smil'd among the winter's snow, 'They cloth'd me in the clothes of death, 'And taught me to sing the notes of woe. 'And because I am happy & dance & sing, 'They think they have done me no injury, 'And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King, 'Who make up a heaven of our misery.' |
