"Little Boy, 'tis morning.
Within the window
The jolly sun is peeping,
Laughing because
My Little Boy's still sleeping.
Safe through the night,
Who guardeth all things best,
Has watched by your bed
And brought you
Strength and rest."
As she finished the last line, she leaned gently forward and kissed his lips.
"Wake up, Little Boy," she whispered. "Wake up. It is morning. You have been sleeping long enough."
Slowly Scobee opened his eyes and gazed about him. His eyes were almost dazzled by the warm sun that was pouring in through the window in a riot of gold. It was morning and he could see again! He sprang from his bed.
For months he had been plunged in darkness, living in the Sad Country of the blind.
And now once more vision had been granted
