Pity the sorrows of the poor blind, <br />For they can but little comfort find; <br />As they walk along the street, <br />They know not where to put their feet. <br />They are deprived of that earthly joy <br />Of seeing either man, woman, or boy; <br />Sad and lonely through the world they go, <br />Not knowing a friend from a foe: <br />Nor the difference betwixt day and night, <br />For the want of their eyesight; <br />The blind mother cannot see her darling boy, <br />That was once her soul's joy. <br />By day and night, <br />Since she lost her precious sight; <br />To her the world seems dark and drear, <br />And she can find no comfort here. <br />She once found pleasure in reading books, <br />But now pale and careworn are her looks. <br />Since she has lost her eyesight, <br />Everything seems wrong and nothing right. <br /> <br />The face of nature, with all its beauties and livery green, <br />Appears to the blind just like a dream. <br />All things beautiful have vanished from their sight, <br />Which were once their heart's delight. <br />The blind father cannot see his beautiful child, nor wife, <br />That was once the joy of his life; <br />That he was wont to see at morn and night, <br />When he had his eyesight. <br />All comfort has vanished from him now, <br />And a dejected look hangs on his brow. <br /> <br />Kind Christians all, both great and small, <br />Pity the sorrows of the blind, <br />They can but little comfort find; <br />Therefore we ought to be content with our lot, <br />And for the eyesight we have got, <br />And pray to God both day and night <br />To preserve our eyesight; <br />To be always willing to help the blind in their distress, <br />And the Lord will surely bless <br />And guard us by night and day, <br />And remember us at the judgment day.<br /><br />William Topaz McGonagall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sorrows-of-the-blind/
