The Chimney Sweeper [1](#cite_note-1)
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 [wind del.] 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 & King,
"[Who wrap themselves up in our misery. del.]
"Who make up a heaven of our misery."