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;