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."