<h3><SPAN name="26">THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER</SPAN></h3>
A little black thing among the snow,<br/>
Crying! ‘weep! weep!’ in notes of woe!<br/>
‘Where are thy father and mother? Say!’—<br/>
‘They are both gone up to the church to pray.
<br/><br/>‘Because I was happy upon the heath,<br/>
And smiled among the winter’s snow,<br/>
They clothed me in the clothes of death,<br/>
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
<br/><br/>‘And because I am happy and dance and sing,<br/>
They think they have done me no injury,<br/>
And are gone to praise God and His priest and king,<br/>
Who made up a heaven of our misery.’
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