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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XC
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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.
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