On His Blindness
John Milton
1608 to 1674
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When I consider how my light is spent
Ere ______ my days in this dark world and wide,
And ______ one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with ______ useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith ______ 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 murmur, soon replies: “God ______ not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts: ______ best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. ______ state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And ______ o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve ______ only stand and wait.”