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.
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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
A blind man can see his mouth
A blind man can see his mouth
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!
There's none so blind as they that won't see.
There's none so blind as they that won't see.
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!
O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
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.
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.
None so blind as those that will not see.
None so blind as those that will not see.
