The Chimney - Sweeper - 2 - By William Blake

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."