And barred the gates of heaven with fire;
Changed God’s intent for her desire.
And what should she from man expect
Who slew his God her soul to save?
A dreary life of cold neglect;—
For Eden lost;—a welcome grave,
Where kings make ashes with the slave!
A welcome grave! man’s crowning hope!
All trust from dust we shall revive;
Despite our gloomy horoscope,