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THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER.

LITTLE black thing among the snow,

A 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."

THE SICK ROSE.

ROSE, thou art sick !

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night,

In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

NURSE'S SONG.

HEN the voices of children are heard on the

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green,

And whisperings are in the dale,

The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,

My face turns green and pale.

Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,

And the dews of night arise;

Your spring and your day are wasted in play,

And your winter and night in disguise.

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Then am I

A happy fly,

If I live,

Or if I die.

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THE ANGEL.

DREAMT a dream!

What can it mean?

And that I was a maiden Queen

Guarded by an Angel mild :
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

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And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.

I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain ;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

THE TIGER. V

TIGER, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire ?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand and what dread feet?

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