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 DEAF, DUMB, AND BLIND GIRL AT A FESTIVAL.

��I SAW her, where the summer flowers Lay sprinkled o'er the shaven green,

While birds sang gaily from their hewers, And crystal streamlets flow'd between.

I saw her, but no song she heard, No word of fond delight she spoke ;

Nor from the landscape's glorious charms One ray upon her spirit broke ;

For, while her young companions share Those joys that ne'er await the blind,

A moral night of deep despair,

Descending, wraps her lonely mind.

Yet deem not, though so dark her path, Heaven strew'd no comfort o'er her lot,

Or in her bitter cup of wrath

The healing drop of balm forgot.

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