VII.
How many ordeals erring man must pass,
While going through his short probation here!
His road is full of them—and oft, alas!
He quails before the trial too severe,
And falls into temptation and a snare;
Forgetting where his only safety lies,
Or who will make the trusting soul his care,
He downward bends to earth his anxious eyes,
And, trusting to himself, away from shelter flies.