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Poem January 10, 1804

The New Hampshire Gazette

Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire

What is this article about?

A poem addressing a stranger to pause and reflect on the sorrows of the blind, highlighting their deprivations and the comforts provided by a blind asylum, ending with a call for charity inspired by Christ's compassion.

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THE BLIND ASYLUM
By
Wm. Smith

STRANGER pause—for thee the day
Smiling pours its cheerful ray,
Spreads the lawn, and rears the bower,
Lights the stream, and paints the flower.

STRANGER pause—with softened mind,
Learn the sorrows of the blind—
Earth and sea, and varying skies,
Visit not their cheerless eyes.

Not for them the bliss to trace,
The child's animating grace;
Nor on the glowing canvass find
The poet's soul the age's mind.

Not for them the heart is seen
Speaking thro' th' expressive mien—
Not for them are pictured there
Friendship, pity, love sincere.

Helpless, as they lowly stray,
Childhood points their cheerless way
Or the wand exploring guides
Faltering steps where fear presides.

Yet for them has genius kind
Humble pleasures here assigned—
Here with unexpected ray,
Reach'd the soul that felt no day.

Lonely blindness here can meet
Kindred woes, and converse sweet
Torpid once can learn to smile
Proudly o'er its useful toil.

He who deign'd for man to die,
Op'd on day the darken'd eye—
Humbly copy—thou canst feel—
Give thine alms—thou canst not heal.

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode

What themes does it cover?

Moral Virtue Religious Faith

What keywords are associated?

Blind Asylum Sorrows Of The Blind Charity Religious Compassion Moral Reflection

What entities or persons were involved?

Wm. Smith

Poem Details

Title

The Blind Asylum

Author

Wm. Smith

Subject

The Sorrows Of The Blind And The Asylum

Key Lines

Stranger Pause—For Thee The Day Smiling Pours Its Cheerful Ray, Spreads The Lawn, And Rears The Bower, Lights The Stream, And Paints The Flower. He Who Deign'd For Man To Die, Op'd On Day The Darken'd Eye— Humbly Copy—Thou Canst Feel— Give Thine Alms—Thou Canst Not Heal.

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