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BLIND, YET MAKING MANY SEE, by                    
First Line: She brought with her the freshness of the morn
Last Line: Wherewith god starred the darkness of her eyes.
Subject(s): Blindness; Visually Handicapped


SHE brought with her the freshness of the morn,
The vivid beauty of a harvest scene;
Her glowing skin was like the ripened corn,
Her lips the poppies that do blow between.
All dusky was her hair, as when there lies
Deep shadow underneath the elms, a boon
To weary reapers in the scorching noon;
And lo! God's peace was laid upon her eyes.

Her presence had the richness of a rose
That blooms alone in some still garden place;
She moved melodiously, as water flows,
And tranquil visions floated round her face,
Or like fine odours drifted from her gown,
Of English lanes, and hazel-shaded stiles,
Or gabled roofs, and fluted, crimson tiles
Of some old water-fondled, Flemish town.

Men saw no more the blinding stony street,
But stood where beeches build the fanes of rest;
They heard no more the tramp of aching feet,
But sound of some cool stream across whose breast
In sweet abandonment a willow lies.
She had day's radiance with the calm of night,
And few despair of peace who saw the light
Wherewith God starred the darkness of her eyes.





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