And songs, far off, of angel companies.

Oh! happy, if the Rich—the Vain—the Proud—

The plumed Actors in life’s motley crowd,—

Since pride is dust, and life itself a span,—

Would learn one Lesson from a poor Blind Man.

Lisle Bowles.

I see, and yet I see not; outward things

Are visible unto me: I behold

The fresh, cool verdure of succeeding springs;

The glories of the summer manifold;