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THE PURBLIND PRAISES THE LORD
They cannot know, the keen of sight,
The lovely things I see.
I praise the Lord both day and night
That He remembers me.
The lovely things I see.
I praise the Lord both day and night
That He remembers me.
I see the tree in its new leaf
A burning bush of green;
Green beyond wonder and belief
Its soft and silken sheen.
A burning bush of green;
Green beyond wonder and belief
Its soft and silken sheen.
I cannot see the birds in boughs,
But an enchanted choir
Sings all day long in a hid house
Of emerald flame and fire.
But an enchanted choir
Sings all day long in a hid house
Of emerald flame and fire.
I cannot tell where hills leave off
And where the clouds begin:
Such mountains, Alp on Alp, above,
No eye hath ever seen.
And where the clouds begin:
Such mountains, Alp on Alp, above,
No eye hath ever seen.
Pink blossom on the apple-branch
For me's a rosy bower—
The cherry tree an avalanche
Of snow-white flower on flower.
For me's a rosy bower—
The cherry tree an avalanche
Of snow-white flower on flower.
My distant candle 's misted round
With gold and glittering air,
An angel with a glory crowned
Upon the heavenly stair.
With gold and glittering air,
An angel with a glory crowned
Upon the heavenly stair.
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I miss the common and the dull,
The small detail of things,
And only keep the beautiful,
The stars, the flowers, the wings.
The small detail of things,
And only keep the beautiful,
The stars, the flowers, the wings.
I see the faces that are dear,
The others they may pass.
I thank my God I see not clear
But dim, as in a glass.
The others they may pass.
I thank my God I see not clear
But dim, as in a glass.
Yes, though the world should slip from sight,
And I no more should see,
I'll praise my God both day and night
That He remembers me.
And I no more should see,
I'll praise my God both day and night
That He remembers me.
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