Poetry: The Blind Boy

Il was a biessed summcr day; The flowers bloomnd, ihe air was mild. The little birds ponred forth their lay, And every thing n nature emiled. In pleaeant thouht I wandered on, Beneath the deep wood's ampie shude, Tll enddenly I carne upon Two children who hsd thither etrayed. Just at an oged birch tree's foot, A little boy and girl reclined; Ui hand in hers she kindly put - And then I saw the child was blind. ♦Dea" Mary, said the poor blind boy, That little bird sings very long; Say, do you see hiin in his joy, And is he pretty as his song'?' "Yen, EJward, yes, replied the maid; I see the bird on yonder tree;' The poor boy eighed, and gentlv said, 'Siater, I wiah that I could see.Tbe flowers you say are very fair, And brig-bt green leaves ure o .he treee, Aud pretty birds ai e singing there- How beautiful forone who eees! Yet I the fragrant flower can emell, And I can feel the green leaf 's shade; And I can hear the notes that pwell From these dear birds that God has made. So, sister, God to me is kind, Thougli sight, Bla6.' He has iiot givetïi Bul teil me, are there an blind Among the children up in heaven7 No dearest Edward; there all fee; But vvherefore ask a thinsr eo ocd!' O Mary, He's eo good to me, I thought I'd like to look at God.' Ere long dieesse bis band had luid On that dear boy, so meck and mifd, His widowed inoiher wept aiid prayed Tbat God would spare her sig..tless cbildHe feit her warm tenrs on his face", And said, 'Oh never weep for mej T m going to a bright, bnght pkce, Whére AJary says, I God sli;ill see♦And you 11 come there dear Mary, too? But mother when ymi gel up there, TeJl Rdward, mother, ijiat 'ütyov - You know 1 never suw you bere He ppoke no more, bat sweetly smiled Until the final blow was giveo, When Gorl took up that poor blind child, And opened first liis eyes in heaven.