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John Milton - When I Consider How My Light Is Spent
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      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 murmer, 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.
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