In this blind man no light betrays his gloom
Yet his thoughts do pass where his sight cannot
To touch and feel the air outside his room
Where nature grows beyond domestic plot
Though such thoughts are caught on silent air
Oft spiral through the clouds he cannot see
They gather love from God who's everywhere
Where all our thoughts are gathered fair and free
Thus when he wakes - the blind man - from his dream
It seems his heart has shed the most of woe
For in his mind are thoughts that now have seen
Sweeter places than his eyes could show
That soon he walks with elevated steps
And smiles away all his past regrets