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Lines To An Infidel, After Having Read His Book Against Christianity

Your book I've read: I would that I had not!

For what instruction, pleasure, have I got?

Amid that artful labyrinth of doubt

Long, long I wander'd, striving to get out;

Your thread of sophistry, my only clue,

I fondly hoped would guide me rightly through:

That spider's web entangled me the more:

With desperate courage onward still I went,

Until my head was turn'd, my patience spent:

Now, now, at last, thank God! the task is o'er.

I've been a child, who whirls himself about,

Fancying he sees both earth and heaven turn round;

Till giddy, panting, sick, and wearied out,

He falls, and rues his folly on the ground.