The Love Sonnets of Proteus, Vita Nova, XC: The Pride of Unbelief

When I complained that I had lost my hope
Of life eternal with the eternal God ;
When I refused to read my horoscope
In the unchanging stars, or claim abode
With powers and dominations, but, poor clod,
Clung to the earth and grovelled in my tears,
Because I soon must lie beneath the sod
And close the little number of my years, —
Then I was told that pride had barred the way?
And raised this foul rebellion in my head.
Yet, strange rebellion ! I, but yesterday,
Was God's own son in His own likeness bred.
And thrice strange pride ! who thus am cast away
And go forth lost and disinherited.