Sonnet VII.

Yet didst thou tell me once that some chance word,
From these unconscious lips at random sent,
Reproof and warning to thy spirit lent,
And dormant will to new exertion stirr'd:
And doubtless of such triumphs I have heard,
Achieved by ministry most impotent,
Which God, on purpose of rich grace intent,
To this world's strength and wisdom hath preferr'd,
But oh! beloved friend, if 'tis delight
To turn some unknown sinner from his way,
What joy should mine be, that my feeble might
Hath help'd thy faltering footsteps not to stray;
So adding haply to the crown of light,
Reserved for thee in Heaven, another ray!