Your chimneys I sweep and in soot I sleep.

England! awake! awake! awake! / Jerusalem thy sister calls! / Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death, / And close her from thy ancient walls?

I see the Fourfold Man; the Humanity in deadly sleep, / And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. / I see the Past, Present, and Future existing all at once / Before me.

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming in the joys of night;Sleep, sleep; in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.

It didn't get much of the cocoa out, and much less of the soot out.

If a man has any brains at all, let him hold on to his calling, and in the grand sweep of things, his turn will come at last