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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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143. C+|-|+¡+C+|<+§(c)BITE says
Yoza stories are great
Report this comment142. C+|-|+¡+C+|<+§(c)BITE says
Da poem is intrstn. . I lyk da theme ,tone nd dat last line. .thy only serve those whu stand nd wait. . .bekezeka ;)
Report this comment141. TheSaved1112 says
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Report this comment140. $GENEOUS+CINTRIC+$ says
G00d stories
Report this comment139. *lil+dredz* says
It waz awesme luved it is mr shake stil alive
Report this comment138. Cute-thulza. says
I lyk this poem itz nyc n i did it in a class this year grd12
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