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"For three long, melancholy months,
  We kept her in a darkened room,
With a close bandage round her eyes,
  Where not a ray of light could come.

"The doctors tried their utmost skill
  To keep her sight, but all in vain;
At length the wounded eyes were healed,
  But she will never see again.

"Her brother's heart is almost broke;
  'Oh, Harriet,' he often cries,
'If I was owner of the world,
  I'd give it to restore your eyes.

"'But you will laugh and play no more,
  Nor your dear parents' faces see,
Nor trees, nor fields, nor blooming flowers,
  And never will you look on me.

"'Oh, wrretched, miserable boy!
  What has my wicked temper done;
I've shut my dear, dear sister's eyes
  Forever from the cheerful sun!'"

This story, children, made me feel
  How very wicked I had been;
To lose my temper when at play,
  I felt to be a grievous sin.