ON HIS BLINDNESS WHEN I consider how my light is spent WH 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 My true account, lest He returning chide; That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state IT T is not so wretched to be blind, as it is not to be capable of enduring blindness. But why should I not endure a misfortune which it behoves every one to be prepared to endure if it should happen. . . . But since my enemies boast that this affliction is only a retribution for the transgression of my pen, I again invoke the Almighty to witness, that I never, at any time, wrote anything which I did not think agreeable to truth, to justice, and to piety. Nor was I ever prompted to such exertions by the influence of ambition, by the lust of lucre or of praise; it was only by the conviction of duty and the feeling of patriotism, a disinterested passion for the extension of civil and religious liberty. I would not have listened to the voice even of Esculapius himself from the shrine of Epidauris, in preference to the suggestions of the heavenly monitor within my breast; my resolution was unshaken, though the alternative was either the loss of my sight, or the desertion of my duty. I considered that many had purchased a less good by a greater evil, the meed of glory by the loss of life; but that I might procure great good by little suffering; that though I am blind, I might still discharge the most honourable duties, the performance of which, as it is something more durable than glory, ought to be an object of superior admiration and esteem; I resolved, therefore, to make the short interval of sight, which was left me to enjoy, as beneficial as possible to the public interest. THE SECOND DEFENCE OF THE PEOPLE OF ENGLAND TO CYRIACK SKINNER (XXII) 'YRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though CYR clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of which all Europe talks from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, Rescued from Death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Her face was veil'd; yet to my fancied sight I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night. THE winged Saint After his charge received; where he stood Veil'd with his gorgeous wings, up springing light, On each hand parting, to his speed gave way Not unconform to other shining globes, Earth, and the Garden of God, with cedars crown'd Of Galileo, less assured, observes Delos or Samos first appearing kens A cloudy spot. Down thither prone in flight PARADISE LOSt, Book V. |