Vermont Watchman And State Journal

Poetry.

THE BLIND BOY.

An editor, from whose selection we take the following, has beautifully said, that, for himself, he could not see to read them through

It was a blessed summer's day—
The flowers bloomed—the air was mild—
The little birds poured forth their lay
And everything in nature smiled

In pleasant thought I wandered on
Beneath the deep woods' solemn shade.
Till suddenly I came upon
Two children who had there arrayed,

Just at an aged beech tree's foot,
A little boy and girl reclined;
Her hand in her's she gently pat,—
And then I saw the busy eye was blind

The children knew not I was near
A tree concealed me from their view;
But all they said I well could hear,
And I sighed to all that mutual dew

"Cheer, Lucy," said the poor blind boy
"That little bird sings very long—
Do you see him on yon spray,
And is he pretty? me his song?"

"See, Edward, there," replied the maid,
"I see the bird on yonder tree."

"The yew tree sighed so softly, said
"Fie, fie, I wish that I saw he!"

"The flowers, you say are very fair,
And bright green leaves are on the trees,
And pretty birds are singing there
By the beautiful river on yon seat"

"Yet I the fragrant flowers can smell,
And I can feel the green leaves shade,
And I can hear the insects
That God hath made

"No, Mother, God to me is kind,
Though night, alas! he hid from me;
But tell me, are there any blind
Among the children up in heaven?"

"No, dearest Edward, there are none:
But why ask me at this wilds?"

"Oh Mary, he's so good to me,
I thought I'd like to rest with God"

For too divine by hand by Lord
I'm that dear boy, me sweet, and mild;
He'd sooner other wept and prayed
That tid way'd appear her sightless child,

Un fit her warm were c her,
And wd, "Oh toter woty for me,
I trust W a w,ghl, buiibl giaco,
White, Mary myp, I tiud shail oe.

"And you'll come there, dear Mary, too;
I ut, Mother, does, "hes yow pome these,
Teil Fiuinard, mutber, thot "tw you—
Yyy tyor I meaer set tye teiai"

Ilasputa sa murt-hyt ewagtiy tmiled.
Lutilint S-al tlow was giote;
Woan Liod took wp tbtt poui bland child,
And open'd Sret bn ayus-ln hoaten,