A First Series of Hymns and Songs/Descriptive Songs/The Contented Blind Boy

39. The Contented Blind Boy.

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

You talk of wondrous things you see.
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?

My day or night myself I make,
Whene'er I sleep or play;
And could I always keep awake,
With me 'twere always day.

Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy;
While thus I sing I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy.

C. Cibber