English poem
Epigrams, CCLIV (How blind is he who, powerless…)
by Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914)
How blind is he who, powerless to discern The glories that about his pathway burn, Walks unaware the avenues of Dream, Nor sees the domes of Paradise agleam! O Golden Age, to him more nobly planned Thy light lies ever upon sea and land. From sordid scenes he lifts his eyes at will, And sees a Grecian god on every hill!