I saw the grass, I saw the trees, And the boats along the shore. I saw the shapes of many things I had only guessed before.     And I saw the faces of men more clearly     Than if I had never been blind:     The lines of envy around their lips     And the greed and the hate in their eyes: And I turned away, Yes, I turned away, For I had seen the perfect face Of a real and proper man: The man who brought me from the dark Into light—where life began. I made my way into the town, To the busy crowded streets: The shops and stores and alleyways, Through the squalor and the heat.     And I saw the faces of men more clearly     Than if I had never been blind:     The lines of envy around their lips     And the greed and the hate in their eyes: And I turned away, Yes, I turned away, For I had seen the perfect face Of a real and proper man: The man who brought me from the dark Into light—where life began. I made my way into the hills, To a quiet and lonely place. I found a clear unruffled pool And I gazed upon my face.     And I saw this face of mine more clearly     Than if I had never been blind:     The lines of envy around my lips     And the greed and the hate in my eyes: And I turned away, Yes, I turned away, For I had seen the perfect face Of a real and proper man: The man who brought me from the dark Into light—where life began. I saw the grass, I saw the trees, And the boats along the shore. I saw the shapes of many things I had only guessed before.     And I saw the faces of men more clearly     Than if I had never been blind:     The lines of sorrow around their lips     And the child looking out from their eyes: And I turned to them, Yes, I turned to them, Remembering the perfect face Of a real and proper man: The man who brought me from the dark Into light—where life began.