A Galanterie of an Old Man, Who Was Blind

WHO WAS BLIND .

T HEE , before their sight had fail'd,
My impassion'd eyes unveil'd;
Thou, as baffled Youth retires,
Art the gem that Age desires:
Beauty acts her brightest part
In the visions of the heart,
And the sense which thee enjoys
Pays for that which Time destroys.
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