Blinded!

You that still have your sight, Remember me!-- I risked my life, I lost my eyes, That you might see.

Now in the dark I go, That you have light. Yours, all the joy of day, I have but night.

Yours still, the faces dear, The fields, the sky. For me--ah me!--there's nought But this black misery!

In this unending night, I can but see What once I saw, and fain Would see again. O, midnight of black pain! Come, Comrade Death, Come quick, and set me free, And give me back my eyes again!

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Nay then, Christ's vicar, You who bear our pain, Ours be it now to see Your dark days lighted, And your way made plain.