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Let Him lead thee blindfold onwards,
Love needs not to know;
Children whom the Father leadeth
Ask not where they go.
Though the path be all unknown,
Over moors and mountains lone.
Give no ear to reason's questions:
Let the blind man hold
That the sun is but a fable
Men believed of old.
At the breast the babe will grow;
Whence the milk he need not know.
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marker 99
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 5 8 5 7 7
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1898
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Bible Refs:
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Is 42:16;
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echo ' | ';
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