THE BLIND BEGGAR.
I cannot pass those sightless eyes,
Or, if I pass them, I return,
Led by resistless sympathies
Above their rayless orbs to yearn,
And place within the outstretched palms
The patiently-awaited alms.
Then, as my footsteps homeward speed.
I dare with moving lips to pray
That God, who knows my inmost need,
May guide me on my darkened way,
And place within my outstretched palms
The patiently-awaited alms.