[92] Die Liebe ist blind.

Mein Onkel stellt mir ewig vor:
Es sey die Liebe blind.
Doch im Vertraun, er ist ein...

[112] Taub und blind.

Da unten tief in den Schächten und Stollen,
Da brütet es wieder mit dumpfem...

 
Ich stieg auf einen fels, die Liebe stieg mir nach:
Ich sprung in eine bach, so schwam sie mir entgegen.
Ich lief und floh vor ihr aus äusersten vermögen,
Sie aber folgte mir durch alles...

He sang the airs of olden times
In soft, low tones to sacred rhymes,
  Devotional, but quaint;
His fingers touched the viol’s strings,
And at their gentle vibratings
The glory of an angel’s wings
  Hung o’er that aged saint!

His thin,...

She knew that she was growing blind,—
    Foresaw the dreary night
That soon would fall, without a star,
    Upon her fading sight;

Yet never did she make complaint,
    But prayed each day might bring
A beauty to her waning eyes,—
    ...

Blind as the song of birds,
  Feeling its way into the heart,
Or as a thought ere it hath words,—
  As blind thou art:

Or as a little stream
  A dainty hand might guide apart,
Or Love—young Love’s delicious dream—
  As blind thou art:...

Laughing, the blind boys
Run ’round their college lawn,
Playing such games of buff
Over its dappled grass!

See the blind frolicsome
Girls in blue pinafores,
Turning their skipping ropes!

How full and rich a world
Theirs to...

MORAL.


So, oft in theologic wars
The disputants, I ween, ...

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