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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?