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Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear

John Milton·1608–1674
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Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clearTo outward view, of blemish or of spot;Bereft of light, thir seeing have forgot,Nor to thir idle orbs doth sight appearOf Sun or Moon or Starre throughout the year,Or man or woman. Yet I argue notAgainst heavns hand or will, nor bate a jotOf heart or hope; but still bear up and steerRight onward. What supports me, dost thou ask?The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overply'dIn libertyes defence, my noble task,Of which all Europe talks from side to side.This thought might lead me through the worlds vain maskContent though blind, had I no better guide.