(9 December 1608 – 8 November 1674 / London, England)

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
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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Add a comment.no his blindness
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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.
The video supplied apparently utilized a computer generated voice. Those can never give a proper rendering of any poem. A human reader... who knows how to deliver an interpretive rendering of a poem is needed. (Few, I fear, know how to really read poetry- to make it come alive!)
hello I name Villupuram Chinnaih Pillai Ganesan bahut achchhee kavita. mere lie hindee mein anuvaad dhanyavaad, I know small english me do not able to understand in american
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