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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. 15 July 2011
    119. NDICHY says

    Dats show us de gretnes of god

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  2. 14 July 2011
    118. Zoe says

    We study most of these poems in skul,wish they'd put up a summary of em so we cud study online lol:)

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  3. 8 July 2011
    117. MISS+WEST says

    Oh dis poem is so wonderful n touching

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  4. 7 July 2011
    116. Gladness+innocent says

    It is was gud

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  5. 6 July 2011
    115. Chees+n+onion says

    Ja neh, its was my best poem at homevale h.s.. The heavy words make it more funny 4 me

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  6. 5 July 2011
    114. ¤BUHLE+BENDALO¤ says

    Buhle bendalo« we also read dis poem in skull it very touchng an fun.

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