I longed for something lofty—undefined—
A kindred soul to mingle with my own,
A destiny more worthy of a mind
Now amidst uncongenial spirits thrown.
By friends surrounded—yet I stood alone:
Self was the gilded idol I adored;
Had I Christ’s strength and my own weakness known,
Soon had that idol felt the gospel sword,
Low levelled in the dust before my conquering Lord!
Yet was I ardent in religious cause,