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Rh THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER. A 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 smil'd 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.'