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Sonnet 19 (Sonnet XIX)
When I consider how my light is spent
a poem by John Milton 

Sonnet 19 (Sonnet XIX)
When I consider how my light is spent
John Milton

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-labour, 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."

Note
Many people refer to this poem as 'When I consider how my life is spent' however when Milton wrote this poem he was referring to his 
rapidly failing eyesight

Sonnet 19 (Sonnet XIX)
When I consider how my light is spent
John Milton

 
Sonnet 19 (Sonnet XIX)
When I consider how my light is spent
poem by John Milton
 

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