SIGHT.

The world is bright with beauty, and its days

Are filled with music; could we only know

True ends from false, and lofty things from low;

Could we but tear away the walls that graze

Our very elbows in life's frosty ways;

Behold the width beyond us with its flow,

Its knowledge and its murmur and its glow,

Where doubt itself is but a golden haze.

Ah brothers, still upon our pathway lies

The shadow of dim weariness and fear,

Yet if we could but lift our earthward eyes

To see, and open our dull ears to hear,

Then should the wonder of this world draw near

And life's innumerable harmonies.