Thursday, October 09, 2008

Poetry Thursday II

"On His Blindness"--John Donne

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wife,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bend
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 owngifts. 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 stand and wait. 

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