My soul is full of whispered song,—
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are full of life and light.
"Dying Hymn", in Ballads, Lyrics, and Hymns (1866) p. 326.
My soul is full of whispered song,—
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are full of life and light.
"Dying Hymn", in Ballads, Lyrics, and Hymns (1866) p. 326.