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...SPRING DAY: NIGHT AND SLEEP by AMY LOWELL ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY A MILLION YOUNG WORKMEN, 1915 by CARL SANDBURG TOWERS OF SIMON RODIA; FOR HOWARD W. SWENSON 1903-1081 by KAREN SWENSON |