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Inscribed in graphite, upper center: "7"

Lettered inside image: "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 & in soot I sleep. | Theres little Tom Dacre who cried when his head | That curl'd like a lambs back, was shav'd, so I said. | Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare. | You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair. | And so he was quiet. & that very night. | As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight, | That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack | Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black, | And by came an Angel who had a bright key | And he open'd the coffins & set them all free. | Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run | And wash in a river and shine in the Sun. | Then naked & white, all their bags left behind. | They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind. | And the Angel told Tom if he'd be a good boy, | He'd have God for his father & never want joy, | And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark | And got with our bags & our brushes to work. | Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm. | So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm."; Lettered on verso, inside image: "Spring | Sound the Flute! | Now it's mute. | Birds delight | Day and Night. | Nightingale, | In the dale | Lark in Sky | Merrily | Merrily Merrily to welcome in the (Year | Little Boy | Full of joy. | Little"