Classic Poem

I thought I could not go astray,
So perfectly I knew the way;
Yet in a mist I miss'd it, and
Err'd now on this, now on that hand,
And till the fog was by the sun
Dispell'd, I in a maze did run
And ride as if 'twere fairie ground,
Or that the Puck had led me round;
So whiles I want a heavenly light
The day's to me as dark as night,
Which way I go I cannot tell,
Whether it be towards heaven or hell;
But this I know that there is odds,
I tread the divel's track, not God's;
For God's way strait and narrow is,
The divel's broad and hard to miss;
O Sun of righteousness then shine,
And soon disperse this mist of mine
Lighten the darkness of my mind,
That I the way to heaven may find.