tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30969459.post1644040996907793302..comments2023-10-05T05:39:34.163-04:00Comments on The Drawn Cutlass: They Also Serve Who Only Have a Club*Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11402651457453813639noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30969459.post-16386074656384905122014-08-20T17:10:58.447-04:002014-08-20T17:10:58.447-04:00The poem was John Milton's "On His Blindn...The poem was John Milton's "On His Blindness."<br /><br /><i>WHEN I consider how my light is spent <br /> E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, <br /> And that one Talent which is death to hide, <br /> Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent <br />To serve therewith my Maker, and present <br /> My true account, least he returning chide, <br /> Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd, <br /> I fondly ask; But patience to prevent <br />That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need <br /> Either man's work or his own gifts, who best <br /> Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State <br />Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed <br /> And post o're Land and Ocean without rest: <br /> They also serve who only stand and waite.</i>Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11402651457453813639noreply@blogger.com