S. The Blind Beggar.

The Blind Beggar.

E. L. Bevir. p. 55. THE Servant’s lowly pathway lies Through cursed Jericho; A vale of drought, of sightless eyes, And ill-concealed woe.

Oh! what might change a valley sad, And sight and healing bring?

What Trav’ller can make Baca glad, And like a fountain spring?

What Power can change a valley sad To life and joy serene?

Glory Divine, so humbly clad, Jesus, the Nazarene.

"He stops and calls, and summons me;

Say, do I hear aright?"

. . . . .

"What precious gift have I for thee?"

"Lord, to receive my sight."

He spoke, and straight in those blank eyes The deep dark pupils roll;

Instinct with sense and meaning rise The windows of the soul. The soul perceives the Servant then In the full light of day The fairest sight to God or men, And follows in His way.