Blind, she helps us all to see; Deaf, she teaches us to hear; Dumb, she speaks with words that sing; Humbly we offer her our sheaves, Our reverence and our praise, In awe before her, Poor where she is rich, Yet proud to be Of her great heritage That bids mere sense To yield before the spirit. O wondrous alchemy of pain, Transmuting loss to gain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION THE PHOENIX REBORN FROM ITS ASHES by LOUIS ARAGON LA MORT D'ARTHUR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THREE GUESTS by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER |