The Hax Hunter lyric is a shortened take on a more complete version in Vance Randolph, Song 724, version B, pp. 192-193, vol. 4, Ozark Folksongs.

Lyr. Add: THE BLIND CHILD

They say, dear father, that tonight
You wed another bride,
That you will clasp her in your arms
Where my dear mother died.

That She will lean her graceful head
Upon your loving breast,
Where she who now lies low in death
In her last hours did rest.

They say her name is Mary, too,
The name my mother bore,
But father, will she be kind and true
Like the one we loved before?

And is her step so soft and low,
Her voice so sweet and mild?
And do you think she will love me too,
Your blind and helpless child?

Dear father, do not bid me come
To meet your new wed bride,
I could not meet her in the room
Where my dear mother died.

Her picture hangs on yonder wall,
Her books are lying near,
There is the harp her fingers touched,
And there's her vacant chair.

The chair by which I used to kneel
To say my evening prayer,
Dear father, it would break my heart,
I could not meet her there.

Now let me kneel down by your side
And to your dear Savior pray,
That God's right hand may lead you both
Up life's long dreary way.

The prayer was offered and a song,
I'm tired now, she said,
He picked her up right in his arms
And laid her on the bed.

He turned his back to leave the room,
One joyful cry was given,
He turned and caught the last secret smile,
His blind child was in Heaven.

They buried her by her mother's side
And raised a marble there,
On it inscribed these simple words,
There'll be no blind ones there.

Mrs. H. A. Mullenix, Farmington, Arkansas, 1941. Music is provided for another version (fragment).
Randolph says it seems to have been popular in the 1880s in Missouri. He could not find a source for this horrid song, but it is typical of some of the maudlin stuff composed in the latter part of the 19th century.
The DT version is also shortened.
Sheet music for this horrid song probably exists in one of the repositories.