But there she will squat on her heel,
While over the forms he will steal;
He would put out the light, and close up for the night—
But he can’t for that keershuch O’Neill.
I believe (and I talk as I feel)
When there at the Judgment we kneel,
And, each in his place, is the whole human race—
One half to be sent to the deil—
That, just as they’re setting the seal,
A dust-cloud a glance will reveal