And all those charms that beauty sheds
O'er human form and face divine.
While they, to whom the orb of day
Is quenched in "ever-during dark,"
Adored that intellectual ray
Which writes the Sun a glow-worm spark,
And in that blest communion joyed
Which thought to thought doth deftly bind,
And bid the tireless tongue exchange
The never-wasted wealth of mind.
And closer to their souls they bound
The bliss of Music's raptured thrill,
That "linked melody" of sound
That gives to man a seraph's skill,
So they on whose young brows had turned,
The warmth of Pity's tearful gaze,
Each in his broken censer burned
The incense of exulting praise.
Yes, they whom kind Compassion deemed
Scantly with Nature's gifts endued,
Poured freshest from their bosom's fount
The gushing tide of gratitude,
And with that tide a moral flowed,
A deep reproof to those who share
Of sight, and sound, and speech the bliss,
Yet coldly thank the Giver's care.
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MEETING OF THE BLIND, &C.