If sightless eyes transcend in darkness, night; And dreadful demons crowded on my brain,' My youthful walks, ah! they were all forgot; In lowly earth and also in the skies, And yet their memory deepen'd much my pain. Ah! ye are happier far, who, blind from birth, Ne'er oped your eyes to view the teeming Earth; To mark the boundless splendour of the sky, The light and life of this terraqueous ball; So now farewell to day,-to all I love ;— Is now for ever drawn across mine eyes, And where are ye, green earth and glorious skies! And where each cherish'd friend, each fragrant flower; Each spot that chain'd my soul with syren-power, Each upland free, each mountain towering high, That like the heavenly ladder reach'd the sky! 144 THE SECOND SENSE RESTORED AND LOST. And where the boundless ocean dancing clear, And where each bush that trembles in the gale, With glowing lips, from every vernal cup ;- Who never fail'd to charm my marvelling sight, So now farewell to Day-to holy Light! END OF PART THIRD. |