Sacrifice
I gave an eye to save from night
A babe born blind;
And now with eager semi—sight
Vast joy I find
To think a child can share with me
Earth ecstasy!
Delight of dawn with dewy gleam
On damask rose;
Crimson and gold as pennons stream
Where sunset flows;
And sight most nigh to paradise,
Star—studded skies.
Ah! How in old of age I feel,
E’er end my days,
Could I star—splendoured sky reveal
To childish gaze,
Not one eye would I give, but two,—
Well, wouldn’t you?
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