blind as a..

I had a bird
In my hands
And it’s feathers
All light and
Smooth and
I thought it beautiful

For I was blind.
And four senses
And thoughts
Were my only

I had a shoe
A pair actually
And I loved them so
For I was told they
Were of many colors
Like that of the good
Joseph. Blessed
Pious boy. And I loved them too.

And my blindness was
My greatest sympathy
Pity for sight, I say!
Pitiable sight, I now
See how I was

I let the bird fly
And my hands
Did I leave free
I left thoughts of Joseph
And my shoes bare.
My thoughts at rest
And my sympathy dead.

Did I
Truly love and

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