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C J Dennis - A Blind Man in the Street
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"He`s blind," we say.  Then turn aside
   Upon our way, again to view
Familiar things - some prospect wide,
   Some olden scene for ever new.
Heedless we pass along, and soon
   The groping figure`s out of mind,
Lost in the sunlit afternoon.
   "Poor chap, he`s blind."


Slowly he taps along the street,
  Pitch black beneath our smiling skies:
While ours the boon again to greet
   New scenes with ever thoughtless eyes.
Thoughtless indeed if, passing, we
   Grudge thanks for this most precious sense.
He asks of us - not sympathy -
  But recompence.
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