On His Blindness by John Milton
b"Milton read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------------\\n\\nOn His Blindness\\nby John Milton (1608 \\u2013 1674)\\n\\nWhen I consider how my light is spent \\n E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, \\n And that one Talent which is death to hide, \\n Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent \\nTo serve therewith my Maker, and present \\n My true account, least he returning chide, \\n Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, \\n I fondly ask; But patience to prevent \\nThat murmur, soon replies, God doth not need \\n Either man's work or his own gifts, who best \\n Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State \\nIs Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed \\n And post o're Land and Ocean without rest: \\n They also serve who only stand and waite."