Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BLIND, by NORMAN V. PEARCE


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BLIND, by                    
First Line: I cannot view the bloom upon the rose
Last Line: And thank my god and do not ask for more.
Subject(s): Blindness; Religion; Visually Handicapped; Theology


I cannot view the bloom upon the rose,
But oh, the scent is very dear to me;
And I can feel the cooling breeze that blows
Thro' pearl-tipped peaks of hills I cannot see.

I cannot see the wild birds on the wing,
But I can hear the swallows in the eaves;
I hear the song that nature has to sing --
The gentle music of the rustling leaves.

I cannot see the children going by,
But I can hear their laughter as they pass;
I cannot see the sunset in the sky,
But I can feel the swaying of the grass.

I cannot see the moonlight on the sea,
But I can hear the waves beat on the shore;
I feast upon all nature's melody
And thank my God and do not ask for more.





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