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  • Spinning

    From The Birmingham Age Herald, July 9, 1913.
     By Helen Hunt Jackson.
     Like a blind spinner in the sun,
         I tread my days;
     I know that all the threads will run
         Appointed ways;
     I know each day will bring its task,
     And, being blind, no more I ask.
     I do not know the name or use
         Of that I spin;
     I only know that some one came
         And laid within
     My hand the thread, and said, “Since you
     Are blind, but one thing you can do.”
     Sometimes the threads so rough and fast
         And tangled fly.
     I know wild storms are sweeping past,
         And fear that I
     Shall fail; but dare not try to find
     A safer place, since I am blind.
     I know not why, but I am sure
         That tint and place
     In some great fabric to endure
         Past time and race
     My threads will have; so from the first,
     Though blind, I never felt accursed.
     I think, perhaps, this trust has sprung
         From one short word
     Said over me when I was young—
         So young, I heard
     It; knowing not that God’s name signed
     My brow, and sealed me his, though blind.
     But whether this be seal or sign
         Within, without,
     It matters not. The bond divine
         I never doubt.
     I know he set me here, and still,
     Am glad, and blind, I wait his will.
     But listen, listen, day by day
         To hear their tread
     Who bear the finished web away,
         And cut the thread
     And bring God’s message in the sun,
     “Thou poor, blind spinner, work is done.”