These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing read more

These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.

I have only one eye,--I have a right to be blind sometimes
. . . I really do not read more

I have only one eye,--I have a right to be blind sometimes
. . . I really do not see the signal!

Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings read more

Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
Oh, tell your poor blind boy!

I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who read more

I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who pities me

A blind man can see his mouth

A blind man can see his mouth

None so blind as those that will not see.

None so blind as those that will not see.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

There's none so blind as they that won't see.

There's none so blind as they that won't see.

Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.