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

And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a read more

And when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains--alas! too few.

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day read more

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.

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!

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.

There is a condition worse than blindness, and that is, seeing something that isn't there.

There is a condition worse than blindness, and that is, seeing something that isn't there.

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, read more

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!

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

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

None so blind as those that will not see.

None so blind as those that will not see.