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LES AVEUGLES; TO P.T.A., by                    
First Line: As blind folk groping in a barren land
Last Line: To our sure haven, down the great white road.
Subject(s): Angels; Friendship; Mercy


AS blind folk groping in a barren land,
(Where no green thing may flourish, and around
Is naught but desert waste and trackless sand,
Where wild birds wail and sad siroccos sound,
And velvet-footed leopards pad the ground,
Seeking to slay), we went in darkness and
In discontent, nor knew the dawn at hand
When we might win where all good things abound.

But lo! The trumpet of Truth's angel blew;
The film was fallen: our rejoicing eyes
Saw pleasant places, where the mothering dew
Gladdened the grasses and the sweet sunrise
Kissed all the hills; then, stout of heart, we strode
To our sure haven, down the great white road.





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