The Beggar's Quatrain.

A poem by Victor Marie Hugo

("Aveugle comme Homère.")

[Improvised at the Café de Paris.]

Blind, as was Homer; as Belisarius, blind,
But one weak child to guide his vision dim.
The hand which dealt him bread, in pity kind -
He'll never see; God sees it, though, for him.

H.L.C., "London Society."

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