Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
The Countenance ‘twould be.
Who guess at seeing, guess at loss
Of the Ability.
The Emigrant of Light, it is
Afflicted for the Day.
The Blindness that beheld and blest —
And could not find its Eye.
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
The Countenance ‘twould be.
Who guess at seeing, guess at loss
Of the Ability.
The Emigrant of Light, it is
Afflicted for the Day.
The Blindness that beheld and blest —
And could not find its Eye.
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