The Chimney Sweeper (Experience)
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 the church to pray.
‘Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smil’d 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 & dance & sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God & his Priest & his King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery.’