Classic Poem

In sorrow and sadness
I'm destined to roam;
Distracted and forsaken I wander alone.
All the works of nature are hidden from my view.
The pleasures of life I must bid them adieu.

I hear the merry songs of the birds that are gay at dawn
Singing praises to God for the new day that is born;
How I long to behold them in their plumage so gay,
Alas it is all dark, for me there is no day.

I feel the gentle breezes that sweep over the field,
Bringing the fragrance of flowers that it doth yield.
Their sweet and fragrant odors how delicious to me,
But their bright and gay colors I ne'er can see.

I hear the gurgling stream as it rolls on its way
Reflecting its shade in the sun's bright array.
The sweet, gentle murmurs how pleasant to me,
But the bright, sparkling waters I never shall see.

I hear the merry laughter of the gay, busy throng
While friends greet friends as they hurry along.
While I grope on my way some shelter to find,
Oh! God what an affliction it is to be blind.

God, I beseech Thee, bestow on me grace,
To help to support me in death's cold embrace.
How I long to be a captive set free
In the bright spirit land where the blind may all see.