A blindly groping child I came to you,
All life a strange confusion to mine eyes
Thine eyes met mine and in subtile wise,
A sense of beauty dawned, and sight was free.
A deaf, unbeeding child you foundest me
Hearing but echoes of my questioning cries;
It's clear, sweet voice awoke, with strange surprise,
My spirit to a sense of harmony.
Dear friend, our eyes are closed, for you to sleep
But hundreds, waking, bless us for their sight.
And though your voice is stilled, yet we who weep
Hear sweetest music, listening alright.
A witness in our memory, we keep
To God's eternal harmony and light...