Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Lines by a Young Lady Born Blind

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Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878
edited by J. C. Hutchieson

Lines by a Young Lady Born Blind

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4777757Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878 — Lines by a Young Lady Born BlindJ. C. Hutchieson

Lines by a Young Lady Born Blind.

If this delicious grateful flower,Which blows but for a little hour,Should to the sight as lovely beAs from its fragrance seems to me,A sigh must then its colour showFor that's the softest joy I know;And sure the Rose is like a sigh,Born just to soothe, and then—to die.

My father, when our fortune smiled,With jewels decked his eyeless child,Their glittering worth the world might see,But ah! they had no charms for me.A trickling tear bedewed my arm—I felt it—and my heart was warm,And sure to me the gem most dearWas a kind father's pitying tear.