I bless Thee, Lord, who hast restored my sight; Where were my thanks through all my years of light? Thou liftest me again; Thy praise I tell; Where was my gratitude before I fell? Thou healest me; glad thanks to Thee belong; Alas, my thankless heart when I was strong! My fetters Thou dost loose; all praise to Thee! And yet I praised Thee not when I was free. I bless Thee, who dost all my ills remove; But ah, when all was well, where was my love? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST MAN: A CROCODILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WINTER NIGHT by CH'IEN WEN OF LIANG MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 2. REJECTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY SPARKLING AND BRIGHT by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN |