Blind, she helps us all to see; Deaf, she teaches us to hear; Dumb, she speaks with words that sing; Humbly we offer her our sheaves, Our reverence and our praise, In awe before her, Poor where she is rich, Yet proud to be Of her great heritage That bids mere sense To yield before the spirit. O wondrous alchemy of pain, Transmuting loss to gain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 5. THE SOLDIER by RUPERT BROOKE EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE THE ARAB TO THE PALM by BAYARD TAYLOR THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE by WALT WHITMAN RECOLLECTINS OF CHRIST'S HOSPITAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN APPRIZALS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE: TO IANTHE, AND CANTO 1 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |