The Blind Child's Prayer

Oh father tonight they say you are

To wed another bride

That you will hold her in your arms

Where my dear mother died

They say her name is Mary too

The name my mother bore

But Father is she kind and true

Like the one we loved before

And is her footstep soft and light

Her voice so meek and mild

And father do you think she'll love

Your blind and helpless child

Oh father do not bid me come

To welcome your new made bride

I could not greet her in the room

Where my dear mother died

But when I've cried myself to sleep

As I so often do

Into my chamber you may creep

My new made mama and you

He turned away to leave the room

A joyful cry was given

He turned about and he knew at last

His blind child had gone to Heaven

They buried her by her mother's side

And erected a marble square

And there on the tomb these words do read

She'll not be blind up there