From John Dryden’s The Hind & the Panther
But, gracious God, how well dost thou provide
For erring judgments an unerring guide!
Thy throne is darkness in the abyss of light,
A blaze of glory that forbids the sight.
O! teach me to believe thee thus conceal’d,
And search no further than thyself reveal’d;
But Her alone for my director take,
Whom thou hast promis’d never to forsake.
My thoughtless youth was wing’d with vain desires;
My manhood long misled by wan’dring fires,
Follow’d false lights; and when their glimpse was gone
My pride struck out new sparkles of her own.
Such was I, such by nature still I am;
Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame.
Good life be now my task: my doubts are done;
What more could shock my faith than Three in One?