The Chimney-Sweeper (Experience)
Read 'The Chimney-Sweeper (Experience)' by 'William Blake' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The Chimney-Sweeper (Experience) by William Blake
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 winters 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 made up a heaven of our misery.
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