ON SEEING
"THE BLIND BEGGAR"
OF THE CARRACCI.
Amidst the living mass of human kind
There strolled a beggar, poor and lone and blind—
Blind from his birth—a sightless dreaming boy,
Who felt, but never saw the sun's bright joy,
Till at the feet of "Jesus Christ" he came,
And then a thrill of faith shot through his frame,
And, kneeling down, he begged, in humble prayer,
That blessing, sight—nor long he lingered there.
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There strolled a beggar, poor and lone and blind—
Blind from his birth—a sightless dreaming boy,
Who felt, but never saw the sun's bright joy,
Till at the feet of "Jesus Christ" he came,
And then a thrill of faith shot through his frame,
And, kneeling down, he begged, in humble prayer,
That blessing, sight—nor long he lingered there.
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