The sorrow & the pity

Pity the sorrows of the poor blind,
For they can but little comfort find;
As they walk along the street,
They know not where to put their feet.

They are deprived of that earthly joy
Of seeing either man, woman, or boy;
Sad and lonely through the world they go,
Not knowing a friend from a foe:
Nor the difference betwixt day and night,
For the want of their eyesight;

The Wind of Time

One day I stood on a small hill
Looking down at the lake on the day of storms
I watched the waves
Rising and falling
Swelling swirling, churning and spuming foam

They collapse and rise again!
Crash and soar
Driven by the winds from the West and the East
Just like the world and lives

Rise and fall
On the winds of time
They will rise and fall
and collapse,
Driven by the winds of time