Sung by Mrs. J. A. Pratt
Collected by Ellen G. Ledbetter Quinton, Okla.
For M. C. Parler June 25, 1960
Reel 385, Item 4
The Blind Child's Prayer
They tell me papa that tonight you'll wed another bride That you will clasp her in your arms Where my dear mother died.
They say her name is Mary too,
The name my mother bore,
And p apa is she kind and true Like the one you loved before.
And are her steps so soft and low Her voice so meek and mild And papa will she love me too Your blind and helpless child.
Please papa do not bid me come To meet your new made bride I could not meet her in the room, Where my dear mother died.
Her picture 's hanging on the wall Her books are lying near.
And there's the harp her fingers touched And there's her vacant chair.
The chair where by I used to kneel To say my evening prayer Dear papa do not bid me come,
For I could not meet her there.
Now letme kneel down by your side
To our dear Savior pray
That God's right hand may lead you both
Up life's long weary way.
The prayer was offered and a song, I'm weary now she said.
Please papa take me in your arms And lay me on my bed.
And as I cry myself to sleep As now I often do,
Then softly to my chamber creep, My new made mama and you,
continuedTHE BLIND CHILD'S PRAYER continued Reel 385, Item 4
And bid her gently press a kiss Upon my throbbing brow As my own dear mama used to do Papa you're weeping now.
And as he turned to leave the room One joyful cry was given He turned and caught the last sweet smile. His blind child was in heaven.
They buried her by her mother's side, And raised a. marble fair,
And on it inscribed these simple words There'll be no blind ones there.
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