Perhaps reserved to torment.” With the thought
He strove to utter such a cry, as, heard
Echoing beyond the hollow halls of Hell,
Upon the confines of the orbed Earth,
Might warn the guilty, ere it was too late;—
And with that cry he woke: the dawning day
Saw him confused with horror; when it set,
He was carousing to the lips in sin.
Now was no hope! save that domestic joys
Might give him pause, and win him from his sins—