A Little Black Thing Among The Snow: Crying Weep, Weep, In Notes Of Woe! Where Are Thy Father & Mother? Say? They Are Both Gone Up To The Church To Pray. Because I Was Happy Upon The Heath. And Smil'D Among The Winters Snow: They Clothed Me In The Clothes Of Death. And Taught Me To Sing The Notes Of Woe. And Because I Am Happy. & Dance & Sing. They Think They Have Done Me No Injury: And Are Gone To Praise God & His Priest & King, Who Made Up A Heaven Of Our Misery.