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Adelia M. Hoyt memoir and photographs
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ON BLINDNESS I do not murmur or complain Because the light is shut from me - Yet sometimes as I walk this earth I long, oh how I long to see ! To see the color in the flowers, The velvet green upon the grass, The sunlight glinting through the leaves The shadows of the clouds that pass. To see the grace of moving things, The faces of the ones I love, The trees that lift their leafy arms, The skies of bending blue above. And yet my world is full of light, No veil of black obscures my way -- Before my eyes there seems to float A gentle mist of silver gray. And in my heart remembrance keeps The look of things as they should be; And so, though others call me blind, Yet in my mind I really see ! AUTUMN Last night I heard the crickets' chirp And katydids' shrill song; Tonight I have not heard a sound Although I have listened long. Where have they gone - those little friends That made the night so gay! Kind Mother Nature's tender hands Have tucked them all away -11-
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ON BLINDNESS I do not murmur or complain Because the light is shut from me - Yet sometimes as I walk this earth I long, oh how I long to see ! To see the color in the flowers, The velvet green upon the grass, The sunlight glinting through the leaves The shadows of the clouds that pass. To see the grace of moving things, The faces of the ones I love, The trees that lift their leafy arms, The skies of bending blue above. And yet my world is full of light, No veil of black obscures my way -- Before my eyes there seems to float A gentle mist of silver gray. And in my heart remembrance keeps The look of things as they should be; And so, though others call me blind, Yet in my mind I really see ! AUTUMN Last night I heard the crickets' chirp And katydids' shrill song; Tonight I have not heard a sound Although I have listened long. Where have they gone - those little friends That made the night so gay! Kind Mother Nature's tender hands Have tucked them all away -11-
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