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How Dim the Eyes

How dim the yes that do not see,
How dull those muted ears;
How heavy hangs the hopeless heart
That dreads the passing years.

But blessed the eyes whose Light is He
Who opens up our ears;
But blessed the singing, happy heart
Who gobbles up the years.

How bitter must the dullard be,
But doubly blessed the saint;
How desperate the fearful heart
The years are making faint.

How different the destiny,
How far apart the fate;
Obversely printed on the heart,
The ends that both await.

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