discuss the poem "On his Blindness" as a sonet
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when I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days ,in this dark world andwide,
And that one Talent which id death to hide Lodged with me useless , through my Soul more bent
To serve there with my Maker,and present
My true account , lest he returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labour , light denied?"
I fondly asked. But patience to ,prevent
That murmur ,soon replies , "God doth not need
Either men 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'erLand and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait"
Ere half my days ,in this dark world andwide,
And that one Talent which id death to hide Lodged with me useless , through my Soul more bent
To serve there with my Maker,and present
My true account , lest he returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labour , light denied?"
I fondly asked. But patience to ,prevent
That murmur ,soon replies , "God doth not need
Either men 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'erLand and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait"
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