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When I consider How My Light Is Spent
John MIlton

Note: John Milton became totally blind in 1651 aged forty-two or forty-three

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-labour, light denied?"

I fondly ask; but Patience to prevent
That murmer, 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.


John MIlton

     

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