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BLIND-BORN'S SONG.

OSay ! what is that Thing call'd Light,  Which I muſt ne'er enjoy? What are the Bleſſings of the Sight,  Tell your poor blind Boy? You talk of wond'rous Things you ſee,  You ſay the Sun shines bright; I feel him warm, but how can he  Then make it Day or Night?