原版英文故事与诗歌：The Blind Boy（在线收听）

 　　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 or night?
 
　　My day or 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.
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