English

• O say what is that thing call'd light
• Which I must ne'er enjoy
• What are the blessings of the sight
• O, tell your poor blind boy
• You talk of wondrous things you see
• you say the sun shines bright
• I feel him warm but how can he
• Or make it day and night
• My day and night myself I make
• Whene'er I sleep or play
• And could I ever keep awake
• With me 'twere always day
• With heavy sighs I often hear
• You mourn my hapless woe
• But sure with patience I can bear
• A loss I ne'er can know
• Then let not what I cannot have
• My cheer of mind destroy
• Whilst thus I sing, I am a king
• Although a poor blind boy.