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
Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”

One year before he died, John Milton wrote Sonnet 19 (also known as "On His Blindness") to express his frustration that he was afflicted with blindness which resulted in a wavering faith. By the end of the poem, he decides that he has to keep trying to do his best and bear his disability gracefully. What does the last line of the poem mean to you?