The Blind Boy and his Sister.
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To the blind boy at her side;
"Would thou could'st see the sunshine lie
On hill and valley, and the sky
Hung like glorious canopy


Ger all things far and wide!
"Would thou could'st see the waters


In many distant glen;
The mountain flocks that Craze around;
Nay, even this patch Of stony ground,
These crags, with silver lichen crowned,


| would that thou could'st ken!
"Would thou could'st see my face brother,


As well as see thine;
For always what l cannot see
Ii is but half Joy TO me,
Brother, often weep for thee,


Yet thou dost ne'er repiner'
"And why should | repine, Annie?''


Said the blind boy, with smile;
81 ken the blue sky and the gray;
The sunny and the misty day;
The moorland valley stretched away


For many and many mile!
81 ken the night and day, Annie,


For all ye may believe;
And often in my spirit lies
A clear light as Of mid-day skies;
And splendors on my vision rise,


Like gorgeous hues of eve.
81 sit upon the stone, Annie,


Beside our cottage door,
And people say, shat boy is blind
And pity me, although ! find


world of beauty in my mind,


A nevcr-ceasing store.
81 hear you talk o. mountains,


The beautiful, the grand;
Of splintered peaks so gray and tall;
Of lake and glen and waterfall;
OF flowers and trees;--Iken them all;


Their difference understand.
"The harbell and the gowan


Are not alike to me,
Are different as the herd and flock,
The blasted pine-tree of the rock,
The waving birch, the broad green oak,


The river, and the sea.
sand Oh, the heavenly music,


Thai, as sit alone,
Comes to my inward sense as clear
IS if the angel voices were
Singing to harp and dnlcimer


Before the mighty throne!
iii is not as of outward sound,


Ofbreeze, or singing bird;
But wonderous melody refined;
A gift of God unto the blind;
An inward harmony of mind,


BY inward senses heard!
"And all the old-world stories


That neighbors tell o'nights;
OF fairies on the fairy mound,
Ofbrownies dwelling under ground,
OF elves careering round and round,


OF fays and water-spirils:

"All this to me is pleasantness--


Is all a merry show;
l see the antic people play
Brownie and kelpie, elf and fay,
In a sweet country far away,


Yet where seem to 60.
"But better far than this, Annie,


Is when thou read'st to me
Ofthe dear Savior meek and kind
And how he healed the lame and blind.
Am not healed!-for in my mind


His blessed form see!
"Oh love if not of sight, Annie,


Is not Of outward things;
For in my inmost soul know
His pity of all mortal wo;
His words Of love spoke long ago,


Unseal its deepest springs!
"Then do not mourn for me, Annie,


Because that am blind;-
The beauty Of all outward sight;
The wondrous shows ofday and night;
AL love all faith and all delinhf