11 June 2008 | Vol. 8, No. 2

When I consider how my light is spent,

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

Lodged 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-labor, 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."

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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