StoryTitle("caps", "On His Blindness") ?>
on His Blindness" (by John Milton, 1608-74). This is the
most stately and pathetic sonnet in existence. The soul enduring
enforced idleness and loss of power without repining. Inactivity
made to serve a higher end.
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "\"All service ranks the same with God!", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "There is no first or last.\"", "") ?>
PoemEnd() ?>
PoemStart() ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "When I consider how my light is spent", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And that one talent which is death to hide,", "") ?>
PagePoem(305, "L0", "") ?>
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, lest He, returning, chide;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?", "") ?>
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("L2", "", "Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best; His state", "") ?>
PoemLine("L0", "", "Is kingly; thousands at His bidding speed,", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "And post o'er land and ocean without rest;", "") ?>
PoemLine("L2", "", "They also serve who only stand and wait.", "") ?>
PoemAttribution("100", SmallCapsText("John Milton.")) ?>
PoemEnd() ?>