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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
C. Cibber
CXIX. The Blind Boy
O SAY what is that thing call'd Light, 
  Which I must ne'er enjoy; 
What are the blessings of the sight, 
  O tell your poor blind boy! 
You talk of wondrous things you see;         5
  You say the sun shines bright: 
I feel him warm, but how can he 
  Or make it day or night? 
My day or night myself I make 
  Whene'er I sleep or play;  10
And could I ever keep awake 
  With me 'twere always day. 
With heavy sighs I often hear 
  You mourn my hapless woe; 
But sure with patience I can bear  15
  A loss I ne'er can know. 
Then let not what I cannot have 
  My cheer of mind destroy; 
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, 
  Although a poor blind boy.  20

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