Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, BLIND TOILERS, by MARGUERITE RAY


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BLIND TOILERS, by                    
First Line: It is not sad that they must ever toil
Last Line: Dim grow his footprints on the sullen sod.
Subject(s): Blindness; Visually Handicapped


It is not sad that they must ever toil,
It is not sad that lives grow old and break,
Never to wash away the grime and soil,
But sad that drowsy souls may never wake.

Sad never to soar -- or climb a lofty height,
Never to see -- or feel -- or think -- or grow,
Never wisdom to make a wrong thing right,
To claim a star -- or hear the east wind blow.

Never to feed upon some healing dream,
To fill the soul with visions deep and real,
To walk from out the muddy human stream,
Drop beast-like burdens he would cease to feel.

As unpeopled houses fall into sad decay,
So the blind toiler in his listless plod
At last becomes an empty heap of clay;
Dim grow his footprints on the sullen sod.





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