Classic Poem

Yes! frantickly I rage around
The Hills and Dales,
And lonely Vales;
Nor think my Foot steps touch the Ground,
But Happiness cannot be found.

Yet, hush! some Comfort now I find,
The dawning Light,
Of Reason bright;
Appears within my anxious Mind,
And gives me Notions, more refin'd.

Alas! what Dungeon was I in?
My Eyes are weak,
For Heaven's Sake,
Was I not ent'ring into Sin?
But Penitence, will Pardon win.