e kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living.First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher,Mrs Anne Sullivan Macy,who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory,but to study that face and find in ti the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult task of my education.I should like to see in her eyes that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.

I do not know what it si to see into the heart of a friend through that "window of the soul,"the eye. I can only "see" through my fingertips the outline of her face.I can detect laughter,sorrow,and many other emotions.

I know my friedn from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch.I know their , of course, through other means, through the the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of theri actions are revealed to me. But I am denied the deeper under standing of them, through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances.

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.

In the afternoon of that first "seeing" day,I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eye on the beauties of the world of Nature.Om the way home from my woodland walk 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 content of men living close to the soil. An

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