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PITY THE BLIND |
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The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
PITY THE BLIND
I
“Pity the blind!” Yes, pity thoseWhom day and night inclose
In equal dark; to whom the sun's keen flame
And pitchy night-time are the same.
II
But pity most the blindWho cannot see
That to be kind
Is life's felicity.
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||