No, we shall bask for evermore
In light, and light’s great source adore,
With those who love the right shall shine,
In union, peace and love divine;
Whilst copperheads and all their host
In hell’s tempestuous surge are tossed,
And wail forever “Lost, lost, lost!”
Oh! for a moment on hell’s brink,
To view the tortured reptiles sink,
Ten million fathoms in th’ abyss,