The smoke alas
must still ascend
And never will their torment end
No respite can the damned obtain
No interval of rest from pain;
Millions of years shall pass away
Nor shorten the eternal day
While still in blasphemies they own
Their punishment but just begun.
Vain
wretched man
whose fond desire
Would quench the everlasting fire
Or teach it will not always last
After a course of æons past;
O mayst thou never
never know
The dark abyss of endless woe
Or in its literal strictness feel
The truth of an eternal hell.
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