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THE POOR BLIND MAN. |
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THE POOR BLIND MAN.
A poor blind man besought my aid,
Feeling his way with a crooked stick,
Stepping as if of the earth afraid,
And touching the pave with pensive lick.
Feeling his way with a crooked stick,
Stepping as if of the earth afraid,
And touching the pave with pensive lick.
I held a penny before his eyes;
He could see no more than a dead man can,
And I felt my pity within me rise,
For such a very unfortunate man.
He could see no more than a dead man can,
And I felt my pity within me rise,
For such a very unfortunate man.
I took his hand and led him o'er
The crossing where the mud was deep,
And guided his steps where a bit before
An Irishman had tried to sweep.
The crossing where the mud was deep,
And guided his steps where a bit before
An Irishman had tried to sweep.
He thanked me kindly, with rayless eye,
And a tearful tone of cadence sweet;
Just then a dog, that was going by,
Smelt him to know were he good to eat.
And a tearful tone of cadence sweet;
Just then a dog, that was going by,
Smelt him to know were he good to eat.
I could but mark the blind man's look
As the canine smelt his brogans thick;
And I marked the capital aim he took
As he gave that canine a damaging kick.
As the canine smelt his brogans thick;
And I marked the capital aim he took
As he gave that canine a damaging kick.
Then the blind man chuckled in merry mood,
As the dog yelped out his agony;
But how he knew where the canine stood
Was more than I, with both eyes, could see.
As the dog yelped out his agony;
But how he knew where the canine stood
Was more than I, with both eyes, could see.
Just then came along a street horse-ear,
And the blind man hailed it, and off he rolled,
And I felt it on my consciousness jar,
That I had been infernally sold.
And the blind man hailed it, and off he rolled,
And I felt it on my consciousness jar,
That I had been infernally sold.
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