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Poem: ‘Blind!’

    There is a wail that breaks upon our hearing;

        A mournful whisper borne upon the wind;

    A sightless army through the night is steering,

        Blind! Blind! Blind!


    Eyes that are blind to life and life’s awakening,

        What do you seek and what expect to find ?

    A world new-born without your aid in making ?

        Blind! Blind! Blind!


    ’Tie you yourselves who must through toil and sorrow,

        Loosen the chains your minds and bodies bind.

    Think you that we can build the new tomorrow?

        Blind ! Blind ! Blind !


    When you shall rend the veil that seeks to blind you,

        When to the winds your old-time dreams are hurled,

    Then shall you break the fetters that now bind you

        And win the world.


F. J. Webb

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