Author: 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 Lodged 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."
Type of Poem: Sonnet
Date Written: 1655-01-01
Date Published: 1673-01-01
Language: English
Keywords: Blindness, Faith, Patience, Service, Reflection
Source: Manuscript
Publisher: J. Milton
Rights/Permissions: Public Domain
Comments/Notes: A reflective sonnet in which Milton considers his blindness and finds solace in the belief that even those who "stand and wait" can serve God in their own way.
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