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- Songs of Innocence by William Blake, 1789 / Песни невинности Уильяма Блейка, 1789
- Songs of Experience by William Blake, 1794 / Песни опыта Уильяма Блейка, 1794
Songs of Innocence by William Blake
The Chimney Sweeper.
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue,
Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. t
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep,
5 Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curl'd like a lambs back, was shav'd, so I said.
Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.
And so he was quiet, & that very night,
10 As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight,
That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack
Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black,
And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he open'd the coffins & set them all free.
15 Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.
Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom if he'd be a good boy,
20 He'd have God for his father & never want joy.
And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm,
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
Songs of Experience by William Blake
THE Chimney Sweeper
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.
5 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, & dance & sing,
10 They think they have done me no injury:
And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King
Who make up a heaven of our misery.
- ↑ THE Chimney Sweeper
- Ms draft in Notebook (pp 106 & 103 reversed) is almost identical.
- 2 weep weep] i.e., sweep sweep
- 4 to the church] to Church ms p 106
- 6 winters snow] winter wind 1st ms rdg
- 12 make up a heaven of] wrap themselves up in 1 st ms rdg del