Mr. Dryden speaks of his own conversion in the following terms;

But, gracious God, how well dost thou provide,
For erring judgments, an unerring guide.
Thy throne is darkness, in th' abyss of light,
A blaze of glory that forbids the sight.
O teach me to believe thee, thus concealed,
And search no further than thyself revealed;
But her alone for my director take,
Whom thou hast promis'd never to forsake!
My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires;
My manhood, long misled by wand'ring fires,
Follow'd false lights; and when their glimpse was gone,
My pride struck out new sparkles of her own.
Such was I, such by nature still I am,
Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame,
Good life be now my talk, my doubts are done.[4]

This poem was attacked by Mr. Charles Montague, afterwards Earl of
Hallifax, and Mr. Matthew Prior, who joined in writing the Hind and
Panther, transversed to the Country Mouse, and City Mouse, Lond. 1678,
4to. In the preface to which, the author observes, 'that Mr. Dryden's
poem naturally falls into ridicule, and that in this burlesque, nothing
is represented monstrous and unnatural, that is not equally so in the
original.' They afterwards remark, that they have this comfort under the
severity of Mr. Dryden's satire, to see his abilities equally lessened
with his opinion of them, and that he could not be a fit champion
against the Panther till he had laid aside his judgment.