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"Sonnet on His Blindness" John Milton When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent, which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He, returning, chide: "Doth God exact day labor, light denied?" I fondly ask; but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Either man’s work, or His own gifts: who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His* state Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed, And post o’er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait. (*God's state) Post a Review Want to comment on this article? We value your input Please send us your comments and if you wish, a link to your site or a link to another page that supports your views and we'll post your valued input here.
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