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THREE DAYS TO SEE (page 5)
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The first day would be a busy one. I should call to me all my dear friends and
look long into their faces, imprinting upon my mind the outward evidences of
the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of
a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which
precedes the individual's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.
And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs—the
grave, canny little Scottie, Darkie, and the stalwart, understanding Great
Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender, and playful friendships are so comforting to
me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I
want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet, the pictures on the
walls, the intimate trifles that transform a house into home. My eyes would
rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read, but they would
be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read,
for during the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have
been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse,
revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.
In the afternoon of that first seeing day, I should take a long walk in the
woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature, trying
desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly
unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt
my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing
in the field (perhaps I should see only a tractor!) and the serene content of
men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful
sunset.
When dusk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to
see by artificial light, which the genius of man has created to extend the
power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.
In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full
would be my mind of the memories of the day.
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