White Magic

  Blind folks see the fairies,     Oh, better far than we,   Who miss the shining of their wings   Because our eyes are filled with things     We do not wish to see.   They need not seek enchantment     From solemn printed books,   For all about them as they go   The fairies flutter to and fro     With smiling friendly looks.   Deaf folk hear the fairies,     However soft their song;   Tis we who lose the honey sound   Amid the clamor all around     That beats the whole day long.   But they with gentle faces     Sit quietly apart;   What room have they for sorrowing   While fairy minstrels sit and sing     Close to each listening heart?  From London Punch.