XXII br br Cyriac, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, br To outward view, of blemish or of spot, br Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; br Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear br Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, br Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not br Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot br Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer br Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? br The conscience, Friend, t' have lost them overplied br In liberty's defence, my noble task, br Of which all Europe rings from side to side. br This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask br Content, though blind, had I no better guide.