  The World To One Dying A s these eyes travel here, there and all around, N othing of any interest to me do I find, none at all. A world full of emptiness and blankness I see. C almly going to and fro, my heart barely feeling, A nd my soul blindly searching, I trip and fall, L ike a leaf slow-ly fall-ing, I fight to see. M y blessed world, dear God, at last I find and see. A las, what great waste, I had to die if only to see! 
