Classic Poem

The Reflection.

Where glide my thoughts, rash inclinations stay,
And let me think what 'tis you fool away,
Stay ere it be to late, yet stay and take,
A short review of the great prize at stake.
Oh! stupid folly 'tis eternal Joy,
That I'm about to barter for a toy;
It is my God oh dreadful hazard where,
Shall I again the boundless loss repair!
It is my Soul a Soul that cost the blood,
And painful agonies of an humbled God,
Oh blest occasion made me stay to think,
Ere I was hurri'd off the dangerous brink,
Should I have took the charming venom in,
And cop'd with all these terrors for a sin,
How equal had my condemnation been?