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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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149. Danger+warning says
Yah thiz is a gud story and i do knw it all and clear because i do studied it at school
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Report this comment147. Div¡nâ¬+D¡V@ says
this poem just leaves u thnking Hard
Report this comment146. Sexy+bootie says
Tjo dis poem touches my heart i reali lyk everythng dat ws wrote there well done 2 de writer
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Report this comment144. Baby+Drake says
This poem is okay well, but u have to read it more than once to be able to understand it
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