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

William Topaz Mcgonagall

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