Everyday Blindness

Everyday Blindness.
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We seek for beauty on the height afar;
But on the earth it glimmers all the while:
‘Tis in the garden where the roses aro; “”
Tis in the glory of a mother’s smile,

We seek for wisdom in each solemn look
But aye, beyond the musty page it lies;
“Tis in the script of violets by the brook;
Tis in the laughter of a baby’s eyes,

We seek for God in every distant place;
But lo, beside us He forever stands;
We meet Him guised as sunlight face te face;
We touch Him when we take a brother’s hands.
-Housekepper