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A M 5 l. ND, They tell me that the earth is green, And that thousand flowers Upon her summer robe are seen. And tn the twining bewers. They tell me that tho sky is blue. And when steals on the night A thousand stars the clouds pceo throurh.- Oh: for one gieam of fight! hear them speak In gushing riils, And say 'tis sweet to see Them dance along beside the hills. Like children with wild giee. They tell me of the dark blue sea. VI white-saiied ships apon its breast, Bnt nought can all thoae beauties be To her whom sight has never blest. often hear the rushing sound

 Of birds upon the wing; sweet through the air their notes resound,

 lis joy to HEAR them sing. It seems to me their winged hcwsrs Just floating on the wind; They often haunt my favorite bowers cannot see thsm-f am blind. The zePhyfs fan my burning brow. And oft the gentle breeze Kisses my eheck--I hear it low

 Soft signing mid the trees. I've often wandered out and tried

 The small spring flowers to find. But even this pleasure am deniea- am blind-0h! am blind! Then blame me not that am sad, Nor chidc me when sigh, For, tell me, can the heart be glad When darkened is the eyei An! no,--there blooms no joy for me, Sadness with my being twined, From all earth's charms sigh to fee: In HEAVEN, methinks, I'll NOT be blind.