Show I Old Masters 1 I Io 0 o say sat what i is Is that thing called Light t Which I must leer neer r enjoy What are are the of oC th the sight O 0 tell your poor POOl blind boy You talk of ot wondrous things You see see- i You You S1 say the sun shines bright bright- I 1 feel him him warm wann but how but how can m he O Or make It day or night My 1 day or night myself I make I sleep or play ulay And could I ever er keep awake With Ith me twe e always day WIth heavy sighs sighs' I often otten hear You mourn m my hapless woe But sure with paU pati T I can bear bearA A loss I neer ne'er cc C t I Then let Oct not what I 11 jt t have My Iy cheer of ot mind destroy Whilst thus I sing I Iam am a king kins Although a poor blind boy V. V Glibber The Blind Und Boy I L' L r |