 | Sonnets and Miscellaneous Poems by the late Thomas Russell |  |
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SONNET XI.
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 Naturb'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 it's saving Lord,
Elate with ardent Hope, my Soul ascends,
While o'er the dreadful gulph, yet unexplor'd,
Religion's golden Sun it's evening-beam extends.
Heedless of Heaven, my giddy course I steer'd,
Link'd with the scoffing crew, nor ought rever'd
Great Naturb'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 it's saving Lord,
Elate with ardent Hope, my Soul ascends,
While o'er the dreadful gulph, yet unexplor'd,
Religion's golden Sun it's evening-beam extends.
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