THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPERA little black thing among 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 made up a heaven of our misery.’Illustration:
A little black thing among 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 made up a heaven of our misery.’
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