DEAF, DUMB, AND BLIND GIRL. 305
No ! still, with unambitious mind,
The needle's patient task to ply, At the full board her place to find,
Or close in sleep the placid eye ;
With order's unobtrusive charm
Her simple wardrobe to dispose ; To press of guiding care the arm,
And rove where autumn's bounty flows ;
With touch so exquisitely true,
That vision stands astonish 'd by, To recognise, with ardour due,
Some friend or benefactor nigh ;
Her hand 'mid childhood's curls to place, From fragrant buds the breath to steal ;
Of stranger-guest the brow to trace, Are pleasures left for her to feel.
And often o'er her hour of thought
Will burst a laugh of wildest glee, As if the living gems she caught
On wit's fantastic drapery.
As if, at length, relenting skies,
In pity to her doom severe, Had bade a mimic morning rise,
The chaos of the soul to cheer.
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