The blind girl’s home was near an ancient wood, where many an oak gigantic stood. She sat
dejected and alone: no mother’s accents dear came softly on that blind girl’s ear. No longer
friendless shalt thou roam, I’ll take thee to a happier home – erected for the Blind. Go, gentle
reader, back with me a few short years, and thou shalt see the blind, in mental darkness, left
their way to grope, many reft of all that rendered life most dear. A philanthropic few arose,
resolved the blind to educate, thus their lot to ameliorate. This noble edifice complete, the
friendless, deserted blind a home and friends do find. Ah! who could not be happy here? The
blind from every State may in its joy participate! Protect, oh Lord! the dwelling of the blind.
Blind superstition wields its sceptre here and there. But now behold, instruction hath a ray to
cheer the blind. Do not refuse them aid! For with illumined education, the blind can also do.
Crosby, Fanny. The Blind Girl, and Other Poems. New York: Wiley & Putnam, 1844. https://archive.org/details/blindgirlandoth00crosgoog/page/n172/mode/1up?q=blind