<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38176" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Chimney Sweeper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my mother died I was very young,<br>And my father sold me while yet my tongue<br>Could scarcely cry ‘ 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!’<br>So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,<br>That curl'd like a lamb’s back, was shav'd: so I said<br>‘Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head’s bare<br>You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so he was quiet, and that very night,<br>As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight!—<br>That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,<br>Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And by came an Angel who had a bright key,<br>And he open'd the coffins & set them all free;<br>Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run<br>And wash in a river, and shine in the Sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,<br>They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind;<br>And the Angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,<br>He’d have God for his father, & never want joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,<br>And got with our bags & our brushes to work.<br>Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;<br>So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a> from <i>Songs of Innocence</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38176" data-title="The Chimney Sweeper de William Blake" data-description="When my mother died I was very young,/And my father sold me while yet my tongue/Could scarcely cry ‘ 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!’/So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep./There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,/That curl'd l..."></div> </div> </div>

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