No. 15.—Blind Man.
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To kindest pity now inclin'd, See these children wish to give A trifle to the poor and blind, Thus assisting him to live. See, all ragged and forlorn, He is resting by a tree; And to him the light of morn And shades of eve alike must be. Kind pity then, thou blessed gift, Help and relieve the sore distress'd; And up to heav'n his heart he'll lift, That you with mercy may be blest.
