“Get out of my court, you vile, dastardly crew,
You’re too mean to stay here where the common damned do.”
And then, like a man of his reason bereft,
He wielded his club and pitched in right and left.
They yelled, and shrieked “Peace, oh, pray, Satan, hold on,
We are loyal to you!”—cried Satan, “Begone!”
While the blows he dealt out made the peace-sneaks to scream;—
With their yells in my ears, I awoke from my dream!
My task is done, my work is ended;
Behold the Copperhead suspended