Then shall the eyes long clos'd in blackest night.
To whom no gladsome dawn of light appear'd,
But comfortless, impenetrable shade,
Shake off the film of darkness, and behold
The long-expected day. New scenes of joy.
Shall then appear, and various prospects rise
To cheer the new-born sight. The deafen'd ear,
On whose dull nerves sad-moping Silence dwelt,
And lock'd from music's note, or voice of man,
Shall open glad its labyrinths of sound,
Again the stringed instrument shall feel,
And the sweet words of social converse hear.