By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 12, 2013 Blind By Jo Adelaide Stock I have a friend who never sawNight silver or a bird at dawn,For over his kindly brown eyesA coverlet is drawn. “He cannot see for he is blind;He cannot know the joy of day,”They cry, but oh, my sightless friendIs not as blind as they. They see his eyes, but not the flame,Nor hear the golden psalmodyThat lives within his spirit whenHe says with faith, “I see!” ...
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