{"id":204,"date":"2010-02-18T22:41:56","date_gmt":"2010-02-18T22:41:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=204"},"modified":"2017-07-12T01:03:13","modified_gmt":"2017-07-12T01:03:13","slug":"on-his-blindness-by-john-milton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/on-his-blindness-by-john-milton\/","title":{"rendered":"On His Blindness by John Milton"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/629px-John-milton.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-205 lazyload\" title=\"629px-John-milton\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/629px-John-milton-300x286.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"286\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/629px-John-milton-300x286.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/629px-John-milton.jpg 629w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 300px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 300\/286;\" \/><\/a>John Milton (1608-1674)<\/p>\n<p>On His Blindness<\/p>\n<p>When I consider how my light is spent<br \/>\nEre half my days, in this dark world and wide,<br \/>\nAnd that one talent, which is death to hide,<br \/>\nLodged with me useless, though my soul more bent<br \/>\nTo serve therewith my Maker, and present<br \/>\nMy true account, lest He, returning, chide;<br \/>\n&#8216;Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?&#8217;<br \/>\nI fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent<br \/>\nThat murmur, soon replies: &#8216;God doth not need<br \/>\nEither man&#8217;s work or his own gifts. Who best<br \/>\nBear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state<br \/>\nIs kingly. Thousands, at his bidding, speed<br \/>\nAnd post o&#8217;er land and ocean, without rest;<br \/>\nThey also serve who only stand and wait.&#8217;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>John Milton (1608-1674)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-204","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1600s"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/204","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=204"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/204\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=204"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=204"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=204"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}