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“‘Tis Summer morn . . .”

November 30, 2009

‘Tis Summer morn:  the vivifying dews
Of night the sun has long exhaled:  the hills
And vales are robed in deepest emerald,
Besprent with beauteous flowers:  all nature smiles;
But the fair scene gives not a single gleam
Of sunshine to the beggar’s weary heart;
Whose sightless eyes had never read the signs
By which the living world reveals its joy.
He sits a-begging by the highway side,
In lone despondency; and sick at heart,
That Heaven had made it his unpitied lot
To be both poor and blind.

Songs of Life:  A Collection of Poems, by Edward Hartley Dewart, 1869.  From the Hathi Trust Digital Library.  Original image here.

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