The Blind Musician.
He touched his flute by the lone inn door,And artless were all the sounds he drew;But mid the notes of that simple layThe deep delight of his soul breathed through.The earth for him had no robes of light,No gorgeous scenes to exalt his mind;No bright summer clouds or sunset skiesTo melt his spirit—for he was blind!Yet cheerless and dark his soul was not,Shut out from a lovely world around;For music could waft his thoughts to dwell,In a rich and joyful world of sound.I saw on his cheek content’s calm smile,And blessed in my heart the love of heaven;That to a being in darkness born,Such a secret fund of joy had given.Yet as I gazed on the landscape roundAll glowing in sunshine rich and free;There gushed from my heart, intense and strong,—“I thank Thee, O God—I see! I see!”
He touched his flute by the lone inn door,And artless were all the sounds he drew;But mid the notes of that simple layThe deep delight of his soul breathed through.The earth for him had no robes of light,No gorgeous scenes to exalt his mind;No bright summer clouds or sunset skiesTo melt his spirit—for he was blind!Yet cheerless and dark his soul was not,Shut out from a lovely world around;For music could waft his thoughts to dwell,In a rich and joyful world of sound.I saw on his cheek content’s calm smile,And blessed in my heart the love of heaven;That to a being in darkness born,Such a secret fund of joy had given.Yet as I gazed on the landscape roundAll glowing in sunshine rich and free;There gushed from my heart, intense and strong,—“I thank Thee, O God—I see! I see!”
He touched his flute by the lone inn door,And artless were all the sounds he drew;But mid the notes of that simple layThe deep delight of his soul breathed through.
He touched his flute by the lone inn door,
And artless were all the sounds he drew;
But mid the notes of that simple lay
The deep delight of his soul breathed through.
The earth for him had no robes of light,No gorgeous scenes to exalt his mind;No bright summer clouds or sunset skiesTo melt his spirit—for he was blind!
The earth for him had no robes of light,
No gorgeous scenes to exalt his mind;
No bright summer clouds or sunset skies
To melt his spirit—for he was blind!
Yet cheerless and dark his soul was not,Shut out from a lovely world around;For music could waft his thoughts to dwell,In a rich and joyful world of sound.
Yet cheerless and dark his soul was not,
Shut out from a lovely world around;
For music could waft his thoughts to dwell,
In a rich and joyful world of sound.
I saw on his cheek content’s calm smile,And blessed in my heart the love of heaven;That to a being in darkness born,Such a secret fund of joy had given.
I saw on his cheek content’s calm smile,
And blessed in my heart the love of heaven;
That to a being in darkness born,
Such a secret fund of joy had given.
Yet as I gazed on the landscape roundAll glowing in sunshine rich and free;There gushed from my heart, intense and strong,—“I thank Thee, O God—I see! I see!”
Yet as I gazed on the landscape round
All glowing in sunshine rich and free;
There gushed from my heart, intense and strong,—
“I thank Thee, O God—I see! I see!”