StoryTitle("caps", "On His Blindness") ?>
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "When I consider how my light is spent", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "E're half my days, in this dark world and wide,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And that one Talent which is death to hide,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "To serve therewith my Maker, and present", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "My true account, least he returning chide,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "I fondly ask; But patience to prevent", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Either man's work or his own gifts, who best ", "") ?>
PoemLine("L4", "", "Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And post o're Land and Ocean without rest:", "") ?>
PoemLine("L4", "", "They also serve who only stand and waite.", "") ?>
Poet("John Milton", "1608–1674") ?>
PoemEnd() ?>