BLIND!
PART I.
The hand of the operator wavered —the instrument glanced aside —in a moment she was blind for life.
—MS.
BLIND, said you? Blind for life! 'T is but a jest —no, no, it cannot be That I no more the blessed light may see! Oh, what a fearful strife Of horrid thought is raging in my mind! I did not hear aright — "for ever blind!"
Mother, you would not speak Aught but the truth to me, your stricken child; Tell me I do but dream; my brain is wild, And yet my heart is weak. Oh, mother, fold me in a close embrace, Bend down to me that dear, that gentle face.
I cannot hear your voice! Speak louder, mother. Speak to me, and say This frightful dream will quickly pass away. Have I no hope, no choice? Oh, Heaven, with light, has sound, too, from me fled! Call, shout aloud, as if to wake the dead.
Thank God! I hear you now. I hear the beating of your troubled heart, With every woe of mine it has a part; Upon my upturned brow