. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to him, and instructed by him . at endless misery and wretchednessIs all the fruit that springs from stupid heartlessness. nj 14 THE SCHOOL OF THE HfeART, The Darkness of the i. 21. Their foolish heart was darkened, Epig. 3. CUCH cloudy shadows have eclipsd thine heart, As nature cannot parallel, nor art :Unless thou take my light of tiuth to guide thee,JSlackness of darkness will at length betide thee. ODE III. 1. Tarry, O tarry, lest thine heedless hasteHurry thee headlong unto hell at last:
. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to him, and instructed by him . at endless misery and wretchednessIs all the fruit that springs from stupid heartlessness. nj 14 THE SCHOOL OF THE HfeART, The Darkness of the i. 21. Their foolish heart was darkened, Epig. 3. CUCH cloudy shadows have eclipsd thine heart, As nature cannot parallel, nor art :Unless thou take my light of tiuth to guide thee,JSlackness of darkness will at length betide thee. ODE III. 1. Tarry, O tarry, lest thine heedless hasteHurry thee headlong unto hell at last: See, see, thine hearts already half-way there;Those gloomy shadows that encompass it,Are the vast confines of th infernal pit. O stay; and if thou lovst not light, yet fearThat fatal darkness, whereSuch danger doth appear. A night of ignorance hath overspreadThy mind and understanding : thou art led Blindfolded by unbridled passion : Thou wandrest in the crooked ways of error, Leading directly to the king of terror : The course thou takst, if thou holdest on, Will bury thee anon In deep destruction. Whilst ,.. Cordis Heu. tentbras (h? act/moresSuaxdent. ni sitLuxlibv Tzux mav. The Darkness of the Hear t. O tht, Hearts Darfae/s whufi without lead, bo (steams; and endlep A %fht ■ THE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. 15 3. Whilst thpu art thus deprived of thy sight, Thou knowst no diffrence between noon and night, Tho the sun shine, yet thou regardst it love-alluring beauty cannot draw thee,Nor doth my mind-amazing terror awe thee :Like one that had both good and ill forgot,Thou carest not a jotWhat falleth to thy lot. Thou art become unto thyself a stranger,Observest not thine own desert, or danger, Thou knowst not what thou dost, nor canst thou tellWhither thou goest: shooting in the dark,How canst thou ever hope to hit the mark ?What expectation hast thou to do well,That art content to dwellWithin the verge of hell ? Ala
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