Sonnet
Too long, alas! thro' Life's tempestuous tide
Heedless of Heaven, my giddy course I steer'd,
Link'd with the scoffing crew, nor ought rever'd
Great Nature's God: such erring dreams belied
My Fancy, swoln with unsubstantial pride:
While, uglier far than have been feign'd or fear'd,
Ten thousand Phantoms to my sight appear'd,
And drew me darkling far from truth aside.
But vigorous now, with eagle-ken restor'd,
By nobler means aiming at nobler ends,
To the mild bosom of its saving Lord,
Elate with ardent Hope, my Soul ascends,
While o'er the dreadful gulf, yet unexplor'd,
Religion's golden Sun its evening-beam extends.
Heedless of Heaven, my giddy course I steer'd,
Link'd with the scoffing crew, nor ought rever'd
Great Nature's God: such erring dreams belied
My Fancy, swoln with unsubstantial pride:
While, uglier far than have been feign'd or fear'd,
Ten thousand Phantoms to my sight appear'd,
And drew me darkling far from truth aside.
But vigorous now, with eagle-ken restor'd,
By nobler means aiming at nobler ends,
To the mild bosom of its saving Lord,
Elate with ardent Hope, my Soul ascends,
While o'er the dreadful gulf, yet unexplor'd,
Religion's golden Sun its evening-beam extends.
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