From Samson agonist is the biblical hero, Samson bewailing his political and personal state.
Oh. Loss of sight of the eye. Most complain blind among enemies.
Oh, worse than chains. Dungeon or bakery or decrepit age.
Light. The prime work of God to me is extinct and all her various objects of delight annulled,
which might in part my grief have eased, inferior to the vilest now become of man or worm,
the vilest here excel me they creep yet see I dark in light exposed to daily fraud, contempt,
abuse and wrong within doors all without still as a fool in power of others Never in my own scarce half I seem to live dead.
More than half. Oh, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark.
Amid the blaze of noon irrecoverable dark total eclipse without all hope of day Oh,
first created beam and thou great words let there be light and light was over all Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
The sun to me is dark and silent as the moon.
When she deserts, the night hid in her vacant into lunar cave.
Since light so necessary is to life and almost life itself.
If it be true that light is in the soul, she all in every part.
Why was the sight to such a tender bowl as the eye can find so obvious and so easy to be quenched
and not as feeling through all parts diffused that she might look at will through every pore.
Then, had I not been thus exiled from light, as in the land of darkness, yet in light to live a life half dead, a living death and buried, but oh,
yet more miserable myself my sepulchre a moving grave buried yet not exempt by privilege of death and burial from worst of other evils,
pains and wrongs, but made here by obnoxious more to all the miseries of life, life in captivity among inhuman foes.