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Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse.  1912.
Elizabeth (Lloyd) Howell. 1811–1896
110. Milton's Prayer of Patience
      I AM old and blind! 
Men point at me as smitten by God's frown; 
Afflicted and deserted of my kind, 
      Yet am I not cast down. 
      I am weak, yet strong;         5
I murmur not that I no longer see; 
Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong, 
      Father Supreme! to Thee. 
      All-merciful One! 
When men are furthest, then art Thou most near,  10
When friends pass by, my weaknesses to shun, 
      Thy chariot I hear. 
      Thy glorious face 
Is leaning toward me, and its holy light 
Shines in upon my lonely dwelling-place,—  15
      And there is no more night. 
      On my bended knee 
I recognize Thy purpose clearly shown; 
My vision Thou hast dimmed, that I may see 
      Thyself—Thyself alone.  20
      I have naught to fear: 
This darkness is the shadow of Thy wing; 
Beneath it I am almost sacred—here 
      Can come no evil thing. 
      Oh, I seem to stand  25
Trembling, where foot of mortal ne'er hath been, 
Wrapped in that radiance from the sinless land, 
      Which eye hath never seen! 
      Visions come and go: 
Shapes of resplendent beauty round me throng;  30
From angel lips I seem to hear the flow 
      Of soft and holy song. 
      It is nothing now, 
When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, 
When airs from Paradise refresh my brow,  35
      That earth in darkness lies. 
      In a purer clime 
My being fills with rapture,—waves of thought 
Roll in upon my spirit,—strains sublime 
      Break over me unsought.  40
      Give me now my lyre! 
I feel the stirrings of a gift divine: 
Within my bosom glows unearthly fire 
      Lit by no skill of mine. 

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