Songs of Experience: 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.'