21 lines
874 B
Plaintext
21 lines
874 B
Plaintext
1645
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TO MR. CYRIACK SKINNER UPON HIS BLINDNESS
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by John Milton
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Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear
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To outward view, of blemish or of spot;
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Bereft of light thir seeing have forgot,
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Nor to thir idle orbs doth sight appear
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Of Sun or Moon or Starre throughout the year,
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Or man or woman. Yet I argue not
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Against heavns hand or will, nor bate a jot
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Of heart or hope; but still bear vp and steer
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Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask?
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The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overply'd
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In libertyes defence, my noble task,
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Of which all Europe talks from side to side.
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This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask
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Content though blind, had I no better guide.
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THE END
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