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THE BLIND GIRL TO HER MOTHER.
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"And you'll be there, dear Mary, too;
But, mother, when you get up there,
Tell me, dear mother, that 'tis you—
You know I never saw you here."
But, mother, when you get up there,
Tell me, dear mother, that 'tis you—
You know I never saw you here."
He spoke no more, but sweetly smiled,
Until the final blow was given,
When God took up that poor blind child,
And opened first his eyes in heaven.
Until the final blow was given,
When God took up that poor blind child,
And opened first his eyes in heaven.
The Blind Girl to Her Mother.
Mother, they say the stars are bright,
And the broad heavens are blue—
I dream of them by day and night,
And think them all like you.
And the broad heavens are blue—
I dream of them by day and night,
And think them all like you.
I cannot touch the distant skies,
The stars ne'er speak to me—
Yet their sweet images arise,
And blend with thoughts of thee.
The stars ne'er speak to me—
Yet their sweet images arise,
And blend with thoughts of thee.
I know not why, but oft I dream
Of the fair land of bliss;
And when I hear thy voice, I deem,
That heaven is like to this.
Of the fair land of bliss;
And when I hear thy voice, I deem,
That heaven is like to this.
When my sad heart to thine is pressed,
My follies are forgiven,
Sweet pleasure warms my beating breast;
And this, I say, is heaven.
My follies are forgiven,
Sweet pleasure warms my beating breast;
And this, I say, is heaven.
O Mother will the God above
Forgive my faults like thee?
Will He bestow such care and love
On a blind thing like me?
Forgive my faults like thee?
Will He bestow such care and love
On a blind thing like me?
Dear mother, leave me not alone!
Go with me when I die—
Lead thy blind daughter to the throne,
And stay in yonder sky.
Go with me when I die—
Lead thy blind daughter to the throne,
And stay in yonder sky.