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_J. Keats_
LXIX
_THE BLIND BOY_
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Which I must ne'er enjoy;
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You say the sun shines bright;
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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 singI am a king
Although a poor blind boy.
_C. Cibber_
LXX
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