5.18.2010

Dienstag Dictung VI; On His Blindness


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When I consider how my light is spent
     Ere half my days in the dark world and wide,
     And that one talent which is death to hide
     Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bend
To serve there with 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."

-- John Milton

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