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 winters 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."