| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | V. On the Same | | By John Milton (16081674) |
| | To Cyriac Skinner CYRIAC, this three-years-day these eyes, though clear, | |
| To outward view, of blemish or of spot, | |
| Bereft of light their seeing have forgot; | |
| Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear | |
| Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, | 5 |
| Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not | |
| Against Heavens hand or will, nor bate a jot | |
| Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer | |
| Right onward. What supports me dost thou ask? | |
| The conscience, friend, to have lost them, overplied | 10 |
| In Libertys defence, my noble task, | |
| Of which all Europe rings from side to side. | |
| This thought might lead me through the worlds vain mask, | |
| Content, though blind, had I no better guide. | | | | |
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