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A Letter To A Loved One
(9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674 / London, England)

A Letter To A Loved One

Poem By 107 tshepzen

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
Lodg'd 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."

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386 Butterfield Pl
At 15 years old I was the only pupil in the class to learn this poem which impressed my English teacher I am 72 now and have always being able to recite the 1st 4 lines and the end line. I guess years of life have taken its toll although I am not blind the poem gave me an insight to life itself. Will I be the one who will be served for standing and waiting or be served for helping others along the way.
Add a comment.no his blindness
Add a comment.no his blindness
I agree with Harvey Ching's comment below. Now I know it is a computer-generated voice which I hear. Not as good as a person reading. Milton's sonnet is a classical description of blindness. He tries to accept the disability.