The beauties of nature were once dear to me,
But they have all vanished as I cannot see;
Their beauty and form are all stamped in my mind,
But I cannot see them, because I am blind.
Full twenty long years as you all well know,
I’ve been feeling my way with my saw, spade and hoe;
I’ve just buried my son, which trouble my mind,
Which fills me with sorrow, besides being blind.
A more noble boy, there never could be,
He was always obedient feud kind unto me;
There were no bad habits in him you could find,
He was more faithful, because I was blind.
His age was sixteen, and he intended to be,
A guide and a comfort through life unto me;
But now he has gone and left me behind,
I feel lone and forsaken, besides being blind.
I’ve a wife and three children who look up to me,
My children cry, ” Father, I wish you could see’ “
Imagine my feelings, when those words so kind,
Bring tears to my eyes, and yet I am blind.
My friends also sympathise and pity me,
And say what a pity, you cannot see;
May the blessings of Heaven, be upon those so kind;
That do not forsake me, although I am blind.
Remember the blind wherever they be,
Be thankful to God whoever can see;
The organ of sight, will you bare it in mind;
You know not how to prize it until you are blind.
My health is impelled and my sight gone from me,
And there is no prospect I ever can see;
When life’s journey is over, I hope I shall find
A home with my Saviour, where no one is blind.
By: Benj. Judd Jr.
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