Fell on their faces to beseech
Peace for the lost one day in seven.
The Son of God, who hearkens prayer,
In mercy to those souls forlorn
Bade that their torments should forbear
From Sabbath eve to Monday morn.
The torments swarmed forth at the gate—
Hell's solemn guardians let them pass:
Those awful cherubim who wait
All sorrowful surveyed the mass.