The Chimney Sweeper |
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The Chimney Sweeper
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 make up a heaven of our misery."
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