8 July 2008 | Vol. 8, No. 2

To the Same

Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear,

   To outward view, of blemish or of spot,

   Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot;

   Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear

Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,

   Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not

   Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot

   Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer

Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask?

   The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied

   In liberty's defence, my noble task,

Of which all Europe rings from side to side.

   This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask

   Content, though blind, had I no better guide.

About the author:

1608-1674. John Milton was one of the great English poets, known best for the epic poem, Paradise Lost.

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