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Show Blind. I know tho apple trees above m head Are bright and sweet with blossoms, rosy white, I know that bees are flitting In and out, And passing near me In their homeward home-ward flight, I know the )ellow sunlight softly lies On lender green and blossoms, warm and kind. I know yet my poor heart with longing cries. For I am blind, Oh, Godl for I am blind! I know tho west wind gently lifts and blows The pine trees' tassels hanging soft and green, I know the cherry petals fall like snows. And whiten all tho ground as I have 1 k"stT k1"1' r0Wn fMe wlth mui1 anii And bit of string his cosy nest to bind. 1 know and yet mv heure uith nni il sick, " For I am blind. Oh, God! for I am blind! A5.'i 5'. Lhe eelng c5o la not, I sa). The richest girt that enul I be given me We, seeing put our feet outside the way And crush fn r bu Is of opporlunltj 1 ull, fragrant flowers of love, bright buds or hope, SWstfnulSr?ln!iW'1 frU" "' m"Cy WC YUMi'i" """"d'nir, nn we blindly grope. W "souls' aSbiSS 'ta'l"& "Lve'rywiiero' M0OrC- ,n ,U" ""-na |