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 LITTLE BLIND GIRL 
 
 O F N O R M A N D I E 
 
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 "And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not ; I will load them 
 in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before 
 them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them and 
 not forsake them.— Isaiah, xlii. 10. 
 
 New Tork: 
 
 ANSON D. F. RANDOLPH & CO. 
 No. 770 BROADWAY. 
 
 Corner of 9th Street. 
 
 . 1868. 
 
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 Entered accoidiuj; to Act of C'ongiees, in the year 1S()^ 
 
 ISy Anson D. F. RANDOLPn & Co., 
 
 In the Clcrk'j Office of the District Court of the Ui;ited Statog, lor the Irionthen 
 District of New York. 
 
 E. C. JENKINS, PRINTER AND STERECIVPER 
 20 NCRIH WILLIAM ST.,. 
 
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 HERE lived in sunny Normandie 
 ^ (And still lives it may be) 
 ^'^ A little orphan peasant girl, 
 Blind from her infancy. 
 
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 She and her grandsire, old and poor. 
 
 Together lived alone ; 
 But ever round their simple lives 
 
 A svi^eet contentment shone. 
 
THE LITTLE BLIMB GIRL. 
 
 The old man could no longer work, 
 And so to earn their bread 
 
 The little maid in braiding straw 
 Her busy lingers sped. 
 
 The grandsire dearly loved the child, 
 
 And every market day 
 Her little hand would clasp in his 
 
 And lead her in the way ; 
 
 Up to the busy village near ; 
 
 Where having sold her braid 
 Her palm, with all its little gains. 
 
 Once more in his was laid. 
 
THE LITTLE BLEYB GIRL. 
 
 And murmuring many a word of love 
 And cheer and childish thought, 
 
 Peace shining round them as they went. 
 Their simple home they sought. 
 
THE LITTLE BLIXB GIRL. 
 
 And often would the old man say, 
 As hand to hand was pressed, 
 
 *'Ah! who will guide my little one 
 When I am gone to rest ?" 
 
 And then the little child would tell. 
 
 In story or in song, " 
 Of Him, who " leads by waters still, 
 
 The tender lambs along." 
 
 Of Him, who sent the ravens down 
 And the good prophet fed ; 
 
 Who numbered too, each golden hair 
 Upon her childish head. 
 
THE LITTLE BLIND GIRL. 
 
 For though unlearned and ignorant 
 Of simplest worldly lore, 
 
 Yet often in long summer eves 
 Beside the cottage door 
 
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 The fond old man would picture her 
 From out the Holy page, 
 
 The sweet and tender stories, there. 
 Of childhood and of age. 
 
 And so inwrought upon her mind 
 
 These Bible legends were. 
 That like an actual, present life, 
 
 Became each character. 
 
 Oft in her little bed at night 
 
 She thought them o'er and o'er, 
 
 And dreaming, smiled as at old friends 
 To see them come once more. 
 
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THE LITTLE BLIjYD GIRL. 13 
 
 And so the child within whose lids 
 
 No ray of sunlight shone, 
 Hearing but seldom human voice 
 
 Save the old man's alone, 
 
 Grew up within a fairer light 
 Than shone on flower or tree, 
 
 Grev/ up alone — yet in the midst 
 Of goodly company — 
 
 Bright in her sky, there ever shone 
 
 The sun of Eastern skies; 
 From waving palm, she felt the breeze 
 
 That fanned her sightless eyes. 
 
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 And there, beneath their cooHng shade 
 The old man she could see 
 
 Sitting, like patriarch of old. 
 Beside the low roof-tree. 
 
 And as round Abraham's tented door 
 
 Stood Angels unaware, 
 So round the maiden's cottage porch 
 
 Thronged many a vision fair. 
 
 Here, when the sun shone warm at noon, 
 The good old man had told, 
 
 How once a little harmless lad 
 Was by his brethren sold. 
 
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 And there, as in a frame-work stood, 
 
 Those brethren's cruel sin 
 With Joseph and his stacks of corn. 
 
 And little Benjamin. 
 
 And in the casement, as the sounds 
 
 Of reaping songs went by. 
 The maiden, from the rustling sheaves. 
 
 Saw Ruth look smilingly. 
 
 She saw not at the eventide 
 
 The tender twilight skies, 
 But thought how *' at the close of day 
 
 God walked in Paradise." 
 
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 She could not tell, what flocks of sheen 
 Browsed in the meadow near; 
 
 But as their softly tinkling bells 
 Stole faintly on the ear. 
 
 There rose before her, far outstretched, 
 
 A fair Chaldean plain, 
 And on it shepherds standing mute 
 
 To hear a heavenly strain. 
 
 And there a gentle shepherd stood ; 
 
 Clear in her inner sight, 
 Full well she felt, that of her world 
 
 He was indeed the " Light." 
 
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 And as those low sheep bells, she thought. 
 Though faint and far away. 
 
 Will bring the careful shepherd back 
 Before the close of day. 
 
 So feeble call or prayer of mine, 
 
 A sightless lamb forlorn. 
 Will find me at my Savior's side 
 
 Or on His bosom borne. 
 
 And so the little blind girl lived — 
 And those two, poor and lone, 
 
 Dwelt in a pure and inner life. 
 That they had made their own. 
 
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 It happened, that one summer morn 
 
 Before the cottage door. 
 There stood a stranger, lately come 
 
 From far and foreign shore, 
 
 And from the blind of other lands 
 He had been sent, he said. 
 
 That by a new and wond'rous mode 
 God's Gospel might be spread. 
 
 Within his hand a volume lay — 
 
 And turning to the maid 
 And placing it upon her arms 
 
 In gentle tones, he said, 
 
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 "This is the book of God, dear child, 
 And often we have heard. 
 How faithfully thy little heart 
 Has kept each sacred word. 
 
 "But God, who to the tender lamb 
 Has tempered the rough wind. 
 Who laid the shadows on thine eyes. 
 Has not forgot His blind. 
 
 " And as for darkened Israel 
 He wrote on Sinai's stone, 
 So, for all sightless eyes like thine. 
 His teachings here are shown." 
 
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 Firmly, above the letters raised 
 He placed the maiden's hand, 
 
 And pressed it gently on the page. 
 And made her understand 
 
 How to the blind man eves w^ere found. 
 And how a gracious Heaven 
 
 Had ordered, that for one lost sense. 
 Another should be given. 
 
 He had brought her the Book, he said, 
 
 A precious, gift indeed, 
 That all which others told to her 
 
 She for herself might read. 
 
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 When with a firm and practised touch 
 Each letter she had guessed, 
 
 The stranger was to come again, 
 And teach her all the rest. 
 
 And then the good man went his way 
 
 And left the sacred book. 
 Which to her heart the happy child 
 
 In speechless rapture took. 
 
 It was the dream of all her life, 
 The one fond vision bright, 
 
 For which, and but for which alone, 
 She e'er had missed the light. 
 
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 'Twas not enough to listen near 
 The harp which David played. 
 
 But she, herself, would touch the strings. 
 And learn the sounds they made. 
 
 To read herself those precious words 
 That so much joy had given ; 
 
 To read them, too, to other blind. 
 And lead them so to Heaven, 
 
 And had God heard her unbreathed prayer ? 
 
 Could He before her lay — 
 Within her very fingers grasp — 
 
 The Life, the Truth, the Way? 
 
THE LITTLE BLIJ^D GIRL. 
 
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 And then before her solemnly 
 The Holy Book she placed, 
 
 And with a timid trembling touch 
 The moulded letters traced. 
 
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 Alas ! alas ! poor little one ! 
 
 The busy fingers used 
 So hardly on her coarse straw work. 
 
 All sense of touch refused. 
 
 In vain she tried them o'er and o'er. 
 
 And still anew begun ; 
 It was her first great grief in life ; 
 
 A harsh and bitter one. 
 
 At length there came a happy thought 
 
 Across the maiden's brain. 
 And with a sharp and glittering blade. 
 
 Without a thought of pain, 
 
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 She gashed each hardened finger's end 
 
 And left it bleeding fast, 
 Thinking, that now made sensitive, 
 
 The touch must come at last. 
 
 It was indeed a piteous sight, 
 To see the poor blind child, 
 
 Her little fingers dropping blood, 
 Yet every nerve stretched wild, 
 
 Her very breath held tightly fast. 
 Each muscle strained intense. 
 
 The pausing pulses seeming stilled. 
 For the one missing sense. 
 
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 Alas ! nought but a sick'ning pain 
 Followed the bleeding touch, 
 
 Poor child ! her little bleeding heart 
 Was bleeding full as much. 
 
 And now all fruitless was the pain ; 
 
 Until the wounds could heal 
 Who was to braid and sell the straw 
 
 That earned their simple meal ? 
 
 Ah, happier had it been, she thought, 
 
 Instead of now like this, 
 Still to have lived in ignorance. 
 
 And ne'er dreamed of such bliss. 
 
THE LITTLE BLIJ\^D GIRL. 
 
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 While yet her tears streamed down afresh, 
 
 Heart-broken, bitter tears, 
 A well known touch is on her arm, 
 
 A loved voice in her ears. 
 
 And in the old man's withered hands 
 
 The poor torn fingers rest; 
 And gently upon locks of snow 
 
 The golden curls are pressed. 
 
 And as he staunched the bleeding wounds. 
 And kissed them o'er and o'er, 
 
 He whispered " Come, dear little one. 
 And walk with me once more, 
 
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 ** High upon Olive's shaded mount, 
 And say, if thou can'st see 
 
 Those bitter heart-wrung drops that fell 
 In sad Gethsemane ? 
 
 " By that pure brow on which they stood. 
 Kneel thou, dear child, with me. 
 
 And lay thy little grief by His 
 Who died on Calvary. 
 
 " And still thy heavy sobbing breath, 
 And slowly, word for word, 
 
 Make thou the prayer that there He made. 
 And thou, too, shalt be heard." 
 
THE LITTLE BLIKD GIRL. 
 
 The child knelt down with looks serene, 
 And by the old man's knee. 
 
 Clasping the holy tear-stained Book, 
 She whispered solemnly — 
 
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 ** Father, Oh ! hear Thy sightless child 
 As Thou didst hear Thy Son ; 
 
 Let not the will of my weak heart, 
 But Thine, O God, be done." 
 
 Then she arose, the little maid. 
 
 And on her brow so clear 
 There, dwelt a look of such sweet peace 
 
 It seemed as though anear. 
 
 The angel, whom that prayer had brought 
 
 To lone Gethsemane, 
 Now stood, to soothe her stricken heart, 
 
 And calm her misery. 
 
THE LITTLE BLIJS^D GIRL. 
 
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 And now mark well God's graciousness, 
 
 And in what mystic ways 
 Love works out all its promises, 
 
 And Faith its power displays. 
 
 The maiden gently put aside 
 The stranger's precious Book, 
 
 And with a kiss upon its leaves, 
 A last farewell she took. 
 
 <'I may not keep thee." so she spake, 
 "Thou blessed Book divine. 
 
 Thou must be read by tenderer touch, 
 And happier hands than mine; 
 
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 THE LITTLE BLIXB GIRL. 
 
 "But God knows best," and once again 
 Her lips are on it pressed — 
 
 Why throbs so fast the Httle heart ? 
 What stirs the heaving breast ? 
 
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 And why, as hour by hour goes by, 
 Yet stands the Uttle maid, 
 
 Bright tears of joy within her eyes, 
 And still the soft lips laid 
 
 Within the Book, upon whose leaves 
 From side to side they move, 
 
 As if, some happy secret there, 
 They o'er and o'er would prove. 
 
 And what this new-found secret was 
 In Normandie to-day, 
 No little lisping peasant child, 
 But could its meaning say. 
 
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 For well they know the story there. 
 
 And still they love to tell 
 How God had blessed the little one, 
 
 Whose lips could read so well. 
 
 And how, as in their simple faith 
 
 Is fondly there believed. 
 By God's own whisper from the Book, 
 
 She all his words received. 
 
 How, too, to many a sorrowing home. 
 These words the maiden took. 
 
 And laid, upon each bleeding wound 
 Balm from the healing Book. 
 
THE LITTLE BLL.WD GLRL. 
 
 And when some crushed, heart-broken soul 
 
 Would murmur in its woe, 
 How, with her tender soothing words, 
 
 The little maid would go 
 
 And tell them of that wondrous love, 
 
 Whose mysteries are such, 
 That after kissing the harsh rod. 
 
 It blossoms 'neath our touch. 
 
 Then of her own sweet life she told — 
 And when her young heart sank. 
 
 How God had turned the bitter cup 
 To sweetness, as she drank. 
 
TEE LITTLE BLIND GIRL. 
 
 And how, at parting, she would kneel, 
 
 And slow and softly there. 
 Would make them say with her the words 
 
 Of our Lord's simple prayer. 
 
 Yet always, so the peasants say, 
 
 As the low prayer arose, 
 Her voice at one place softened grew. 
 
 And the small palms would close, 
 
 As tho' some tender memory 
 
 A holier pause had won, 
 And God stood nearer, as she breathed 
 
 The words, *' Thy will be done." 
 
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 So did they humbly walk with God, 
 And when the time had come 
 
 To end the old man's pilgrimage, 
 And bear him safely home, 
 
 Dying, he felt no care for her, 
 But kissed her sightless eyes : 
 
 He knew that there was light for them 
 Waiting in Paradise. 
 
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