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THE BLIND TRAVELER.
A poor blind man was traveling one day,
The guiding staff from out his hand was gone,
And the road crooked, so he lost his way,
And the night fell, and a great storm came on.
The guiding staff from out his hand was gone,
And the road crooked, so he lost his way,
And the night fell, and a great storm came on.
He was not, therefore, troubled and afraid,
Nor did he vex the silence with his cries,
But on the rainy grass his cheek he laid,
And waited for the morning sun to rise.
Nor did he vex the silence with his cries,
But on the rainy grass his cheek he laid,
And waited for the morning sun to rise.
Saying to his heart,—Be still, my heart, and wait,
For if a good man happen to go by,
He will not leave us to our dark estate
And the cold cover of the storm, to die;
For if a good man happen to go by,
He will not leave us to our dark estate
And the cold cover of the storm, to die;
But he will sweetly take us by the hand,
And lead us back into the straight highway;
Full soon the clouds will have evanished, and
All the wide east be blazoned with the day.
And lead us back into the straight highway;
Full soon the clouds will have evanished, and
All the wide east be blazoned with the day.
And we are like that blind man, all of us,—
Benighted, lost! But while the storm doth fall
Shall we not stay our sinking hearts up, thus,—
Above us there is One who sees it all;
Benighted, lost! But while the storm doth fall
Shall we not stay our sinking hearts up, thus,—
Above us there is One who sees it all;
And if His name be Love, as we are told,
He will not leave us to unequal strife;
But to that city with the streets of gold
Bring us, and give us everlasting life.
He will not leave us to unequal strife;
But to that city with the streets of gold
Bring us, and give us everlasting life.
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