THE PRIDE OF UNBELIEF <br />When I complained that I had lost my hope <br />Of life eternal with the eternal God; <br />When I refused to read my horoscope <br />In the unchanging stars, or claim abode <br />With powers and dominations, but, poor clod, <br />Clung to the earth and grovelled in my tears, <br />Because I soon must lie beneath the sod <br />And close the little number of my years,-- <br />Then I was told that pride had barred the way, <br />And raised this foul rebellion in my head. <br />Yet, strange rebellion! I, but yesterday, <br />Was God's own son in His own likeness bred. <br />And thrice strange pride! who thus am cast away <br />And go forth lost and disinherited.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-xc/
