And we talked of the beautiful morning,
The scent of the grass and the flowers,
And he spoke like a man of refinement,
Like one to whom knowledge was power,
Of the glory of God and His wonders,
And we talked for more than an hour.
I forgot that the speaker was sightless,
Or a mud hut his dwelling here.
Could it be he was just a blind beggar?
Was a greater One standing near?