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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake: Pretty, pretty robin,
Near my bosom.
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!'
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved; so I said,
'Hush, Tom! never mind it, for, when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.'
Songs of Innocence and Experience |
