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On His Blindness by 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

Lodg'd 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 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."

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  1. 1 Jan. 2012
    173. $*Mr.Ecko*$ says

    ya...it was okay just a little bit hard to understand.

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  2. 31 Dec. 2011
    172. DA+SYSTEM+IS+DISTURBED+LOL+:-) says

    I dnt lyk poetry nxa

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  3. 23 Dec. 2011
    171. Dr+Plank says

    Dis poem is da bestest mxm m luv it

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  4. 20 Dec. 2011
    170. Sizoor says

    It not tha hard 2 undrstnd it read it cafuly

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  5. 8 Dec. 2011
    169. Mama's+girl says

    I dn't understand d poem ,it's written in deep English

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  6. 4 Dec. 2011
    168. MR+DOLLERBILL says

    i nver thought it would be hear dis is my be loved poem ever.

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