Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE PURBLIND PRAISES THE LORD, by KATHARINE TYNAN



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THE PURBLIND PRAISES THE LORD, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: They cannot know, the keen of sight
Last Line: That he remembers me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan
Subject(s): Beauty; Blindness; God; Praise; Trees; Visually Handicapped


THEY cannot know, the keen of sight,
The lovely things I see.
I praise the Lord both day and night
That He remembers me.

I see the tree in its new leaf,
A burning bush of green;
Green beyond wonder and belief
Its soft and silken sheen.

I cannot see the birds in boughs,
But an enchanted choir
Sings all day long in a hid house
Of emerald, flame and fire.

I cannot tell where hills leave off
And where the clouds begin:
Such mountains, Alp on Alp, above,
No eye hath ever seen.

Pink blossom on the apple-branch
For me's a rosy bower—
The cherry tree an avalanche
Of snow-white flower on flower.

My distant candle's misted round
With gold and glittering air,
An angel with a glory crowned
Upon the heavenly stair.

I miss the common and the dull,
The small details of things,
And only keep the beautiful,
The stars, the flowers, the wings.

I see the faces that are dear,
The others they may pass.
I thank my God I see not clear,
But dim, as in a glass.

Yea, though the world should slip from sight,
And I no more should see,
I'll praise my God both day and night
That He remembers me.





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