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POEMS.
Let others Independence prize,
And proudly boast their actions free;
Unenvying, I their power despise,
And boast, that I depend on Thee!
Depend for guidance, food, and aid,
For every comfort, every joy
Of Him. . . . .who but for Thee, dear Maid,
Would be a friendless poor Blind Boy!
And proudly boast their actions free;
Unenvying, I their power despise,
And boast, that I depend on Thee!
Depend for guidance, food, and aid,
For every comfort, every joy
Of Him. . . . .who but for Thee, dear Maid,
Would be a friendless poor Blind Boy!
Then love me still, nor e'er forsake
A Being so forlorn as I!
Oh! love me still, nor bid to break
His heart, who robbed of Thee must die!
That hour, which hears thee say "Adieu!"
Will love and life at once destroy:
But love me, love me still, . . . . . .and who
Is blest like Thee, thou poor Blind Boy!
A Being so forlorn as I!
Oh! love me still, nor bid to break
His heart, who robbed of Thee must die!
That hour, which hears thee say "Adieu!"
Will love and life at once destroy:
But love me, love me still, . . . . . .and who
Is blest like Thee, thou poor Blind Boy!
