The Blind Boy | ||
~Colley Cibber | ||
| O say, what is that thing called light, Which I can ne'er enjoy? What is the blessing of the sight? O tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm, but how can he Then make it day or night? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe; But sure with patience I may bear A loss I ne'er know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy; Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy. |
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011
The Blind Boy
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