William Blake · 1757-1827 · From Songs of Experience (1794)
A little black thing in the snow,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 Innocence poem of the same name, seen without the dream. The parents are at church, praising a God the child says is made of their misery.