God's man was made to love and nought to hate
Only the Ill which God and Angels hate.
Ah! happy spirits were they all in heaven,
And all loved God, and one another loved—
And all moved round the Triune God enthroned—
In blissful circles—nearing him for aye,
Yet not approaching ever—till that Foul
And Hateful One fell off from love and then
Fell down into his dark, eternal den,
Where love's sweet beam can never, never reach.