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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
 
J. Milton
 
LXXI. On His Blindness
 
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 
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent 
To serve therewith my Maker, and present         5
  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  10
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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