1 Loe, when backe mine eye,
Pilgrim-like, I cast,
What fearefull wayes I spye,
Which blinded I securely past ?
2 But now heau'n hath drawne
From my browes that night ;
As when the day doth dawne,
So cleares my long imprison'd sight.
3 Straight the caues of hell
Drest with flowres I see,
Wherein false pleasures dwell,
That winning most, most deadly be.
4 Throngs of masked Feinds,
Wing'd like Angels flye,
Eu'n in the gates of Friends ;
In faire disguise blacke dangers lye.
5 Straight to Heau'n I rais'd
My restored sight :
And with loud voyce I prais'd
The Lord of euer-during light.
6 And since I had stray'd
From his wayes so wide,
His grace I humble pray'd
Hence-forth to be my guard and guide.
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