Collected by Parler Mrs. Donna Everett
Huntsville, Ark. August 11, 1958
Reel 307, Item 4
The Blind Child
They tell me, Father, that tonight You've wed another bride,
And that you'll clasp her in your arms Where my poor mother died.
They say her name is Mary too,
The name my mother bore,
Oh, tell me is she kind and true As the one you loved before.
And is her step so soft and low,
Her voice so sweet and mild,
And do you think that she will love Your blind and helpless child?
Please, Father, do not bid me come To greet your loving bride,
I could not meet her in the room Where my poor mother died.
Her picture's hanging on the wall,
Her books are lying near,
And there' the harp her fingers touched And there's her vacant chair.
The chair whereby I've aften knelt To say my evening prayer,
Oh Father, it would break my heart,
I could not meet her there.
I love you but I long to go To yon bright world so fair,
Where God is true and I am sure There'll be no blind ones there.
Now let me kneel down by your side And to our Savior pray
That God's right hand may shield you both Through life's long dreary way.
My prayers are ended now, dear Paw,
I'm tired now, she said,
He picked her up all in his arms,
He laid her on the bed.
-more-The Blind Child Reel 307, Item 4 Continued
And as he turned to leave the room,
A joyful cry was given,
He heard and caught the last sweet smile —
His blind child was in heaven.
They laid her by her mother's side And raised a marble fair,
And but engraved these simple words,
There'll be no blind ones there.
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