Classic Poem

I think true love is never blind,
—But rather brings an added light,
An inner vision quick to find
—The beauties hid from common sight.

No soul can ever clearly see
—Another's highest, noblest part;
Save through the sweet philosophy
—And loving wisdom of the heart.

Your unanointed eyes shall fall
—On him who fills my world with light;
You do not see my friend at all;
—You see what hides him from your sight.

I see the feet that fain would climb;
—You but the steps that turn astray;
I see the soul, unharmed, sublime;
—You, but the garment and the clay.

You see a mortal, weak, misled,
—Dwarfed ever by the earthly clod;
I see how manhood, perfected,
—May reach the stature of a god.

Blinded I stood, as now you stand,
—Till on mine eyes, with touches sweet,
Love, the deliverer, laid his hand,
—And lo! I worship at his feet!

I think true love is never blind,
—But rather brings an added light,
An inner vision quick to find
—The beauties hid from common sight.

No soul can ever clearly see
—Another's highest, noblest part;
Save through the sweet philosophy
—And loving wisdom of the heart.

Your unanointed eyes shall fall
—On him who fills my world with light;
You do not see my friend at all;
—You see what hides him from your sight.

I see the feet that fain would climb;
—You but the steps that turn astray;
I see the soul, unharmed, sublime;
—You, but the garment and the clay.

You see a mortal, weak, misled,
—Dwarfed ever by the earthly clod;
I see how manhood, perfected,
—May reach the stature of a god.

Blinded I stood, as now you stand,
—Till on mine eyes, with touches sweet,
Love, the deliverer, laid his hand,
—And lo! I worship at his feet!