Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
Colley Cibber CXIX. The Blind BoyO
Which I must ne’er enjoy;
What are the blessings of the sight,
O tell your poor blind boy!
You say the sun shines bright:
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?
Whene’er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake
With me ’twere always day.
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne’er can know.
My cheer of mind destroy;
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy.