On His Blindness
John Milton
1608 to 1674
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And that one talent which is death to hide
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
My true account, lest he returning chide,
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
They also serve who only stand and wait."
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
When I consider how my light is spent
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent