Sonnet: On His Blindness - Milton

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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, lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent to serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning; chide...

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