Classic Poem

They tell me of a sunny sky,
Tinged with ethereal light;
But, ah! for me, no sunbeams shine,
My day is veiled in night.

Yet, there's a beam, a nobler beam,
Of knowledge, bright and fair;
That beam may light my darkened path,
And soften every care.

The moon that o'er the sleeping earth
Shines forth in majesty,
The sparkling deep that proudly rolls,
Hath no delights for me.

Yet I can hear a brother's voice,
In tenderest accents speak;
And feel my gentle sister's tear,
Steal softly down my cheek.