The Chimney-Sweeper
William Blake
1757 to 1827
Track 1
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They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And are gone to praise God and His priest and king,
From Songs of Experience
Crying! 'weep! weep!' in notes of woe!
They are both gone up to the church to pray.
Where are thy father and mother? Say!'—
They think they have done me no injury,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
Because I was happy upon the heath,
And because I am happy and dance and sing,
Who made up a heaven of our misery.
And smiled among the winter's snow,
A little black thing among the snow,
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