First Line: BLIND FROM MY BIRTH Last Line: WHERE ALL JOY-BELLS ARE RINGING. Subject(s): BIRDS; BLINDNESS; HAPPINESS; LARKS; VISUALLY HANDICAPPED; JOY; DELIGHT; SKYLARKS;
Blind from my birth, Where flowers are springing I sit on earth All dark. Hark! hark! A lark is singing, His notes are all for me, For me his mirth: -- Till some day I shall see Beautiful flowers And birds in bowers Where all joy-bells are ringing.
