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I: He strikes his staff to find his way, / He feels but may not see the day. / The warm sun floods his sightless eyes / That tremble in answer to the skies: / Yet oft he stays as if to look / At memories of the scenes of yore,- / The vine and fig-tree at his door, / The pleasant places by the brook.
II: The voice within him sighs aloud, / When murmurs of a moving crowd / Fall on his ear; he breathes the dust / But, with a blind man's sturdy trust, / He grasps his staff, and oft he cries, / ‘Who cometh here? ' A voice replies, / ‘O blind man, turn thy step aside, / 'Tis Christ!'