Lo, when back mine eye, Pilgrim-like, I cast, What fearful ways I spy, Which, blinded, I securely past! But now heaven hath drawn From my brows that night; As when the day doth dawn, So clears my long imprisoned sight. Straight the caves of hell, Dressed with flowers I see: Wherein false pleasures dwell, That, winning most, most deadly be. Throngs of masked fiends, Winged like angels, fly: Even in the gates of friends In fair disguise black dangers lie. Straight to heaven I raised My restored sight, And with loud voice I praised The Lord of ever-during light. And since I had strayed From His ways so wide, His grace I humbly prayed Henceforth to be my guard and guide. |