You that still have your sight,
Remember me!—
I risked my life, I lost my eyes,
That you might see.
Now in the dark I go,
That you have light.
Yours, all the joy of day,
I have but night.
Yours still, the faces dear,
The fields, the sky.
For me — ah me!— there's nought
But this black misery!
In this unending night,
I can but see
What once I saw, and fain
Would see again.
O, midnight of black pain!
Come, Comrade Death,
Come quick, and set me free,
And give me back my eyes again!
Nay then, Christ's vicar,
You who bear our pain,
Ours be it now to see
Your dark days lighted,
And your way made plain.