Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
The Chimney-SweepEllen Sturgis Hooper (18121848)
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He trudges on through sleet and snow.
And he whistles vacantly.
But the child is fair within.
Than his master’s curses are.
Could’st thou see thy little son!
He trudges on through sleet and snow.
Which the servant maid unlocks.
In his eye there stands a tear.
How to bear both word and blow.
In the chimney sleet and snow.
Were’t the last beneath the sun.
But, soon spent, down droppeth he.
Very strange, but true, things seem.
Which sets by the present hour,
Pillows there his aching head,
There he lay long years ago!