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My mother bore me in the southern wild,
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And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
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White as an angel is the English child:
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But I am black as if bereav'd of light.
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My mother taught me underneath a tree
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And sitting down before the heat of day,
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She took me on her lap and kissed me,
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And pointing to the east began to say.
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Look on the rising sun: there God does live
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And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
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And flowers and trees and beasts and men recieve
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Comfort in morning joy in the noon day.
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And we are put on earth a little space,
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That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
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And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
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Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
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For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear
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The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
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Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
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And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.
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Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
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And thus I say to little English boy;
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When I from black and he from white cloud free,
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And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:
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Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear,
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To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
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And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
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And be like him and he will then love me.
The Chimney Sweeper
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When my mother died I was very young,
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And my father sold me while yet my tongue,
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Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. t10
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So your Chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.
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Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
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That curl'd like a lambs back, was shav'd, so I said.
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Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare,
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You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.
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And so he was quiet, & that very night,
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As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight,
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That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack
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Were all of them lockd up in coffins of black,
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And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
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And he open'd the coffins & set them all free.
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Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run
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And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.
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Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
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They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
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And the Angel told Tom if he'd be a good boy,
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He'd have God for his father & never want joy.
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And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark
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And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
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Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm,
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So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
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On Anothers Sorrow
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Can I see anothers woe,
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And not be in sorrow too.
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Can I see anothers grief,
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Can I see a falling tear,
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And not feel my sorrows share,
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Can a father see his child,
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Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.
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Can a mother sit and hear,
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An infant groan an infant fear--
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No no never can it be.
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Never never can it be.
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And can he who smiles on all
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Hear the wren with sorrows small,
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Hear the small birds grief & care
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Hear the woes that infants bear--
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And not sit beside the nest
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Pouring pity in their breast,
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And not sit the cradle near
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Weeping tear on infants tear.
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And not sit both night & day,
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Wiping all our tears away.
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O! no never can it be.
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Never never can it be.
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He doth give his joy to all.
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He becomes an infant small.
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He becomes a man of woe
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He doth feel the sorrow too.
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Think not, thou canst sigh a sigh,
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And thy maker is not by.
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Think not, thou canst weep a tear,
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And thy maker is not near.
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O! he gives to us his joy,
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That our grief he may destroy t24
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Till our grief is fled & gone
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He doth sit by us and moan