FORGOTTEN VERSE

by Colley Cibber


The Blind Boy
by Colley Cibber (1671–1757)
 
O say what is that thing call’d Light,
Which I must ne’er enjoy;
What are the blessings of the sight,
O tell your poor blind boy!
 
You talk of wondrous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?
 
My day or night myself I make
Whene’er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake
With me ’twere always day.
 
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne’er can know.
 
Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy:
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy.

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