Fanny J. Crosby: An Autobiography by Fanny J. Crosby

In general I have been always willing to agree with authors as to the merits of their own poems. That often is the safer plan, and in the end may save a vast deal of ill feeling. One funny instance comes to mind now. Fifty or more years ago I knew a man who thought he had a genius for poetry; and when I was calling at his house he recited one of his own productions, of which I recall only this stanza:

I am what is called a sinner By those who think they are right; But then I hope to go where The blind receive their sight.