Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings read more

Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
Oh, tell your poor blind boy!

A blind man can see his mouth

A blind man can see his mouth

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day read more

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.

These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing read more

These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.

Let them alone: they be blind leaders of the blind. And if the
blind lead the blind, both shall read more

Let them alone: they be blind leaders of the blind. And if the
blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, read more

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!

And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a read more

And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains--alas! too few.

I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who read more

I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who pities me