The Smoke Alas Must Still Ascend


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.