Go—go, poor creature, begone for aye!
And a demon laugh ha-ha’d away.
LVIII.
There is another world than this,
And there ’twas mine to fall:
’Tis never a world of joy or bliss,
But a world where fear and darksomeness,
And gloom, enshroudeth all.
Oh pray ye now, while pray ye can,
That never ye come, where then I came;