WITH HEAVY HEART.
With heavy heart I sought th’
And saw the vale of everlasting woes,
The awful home of fiends and of the lost
Where torments rage and never grant repose —
A lake of fire whence horrid flames arose
And whither tended every wayward path
Its prey to lead ’midst cruel dragon-foes;
Yet, though I wandered through withouten scath,
A world I’d spurn, to view again that scene of wrath.
With heavy heart oft I recall to
How many a loving friend unwarned fell
To bottomless perdition, there to find
A dread abode where he for aye must dwell;
Who erst were men are now like hounds of Hell
And with unceasing energy entice
To dire combustion all with wily spell,
And to themselves have ta’en the devils’ guise,
Their power and skill all ill to do in every wise.
With heavy heart I roamed the dismal
That is ordained the sinner’s end to be;
What mighty waves surge wild on every hand!
What gloomy shadows haunt its canopy!
What horrors fall on high and mean degree!
How hideous is the mien of its fell lords,
What shrieks rise from that boundless glowing sea,
How fierce the curses of the damned hordes,
No mortal ken can e’er conceive or paint in words.
With heavy heart we mourn true friends
And grieve the loss of home, of liberty,
Of that good name which all aspire to win
Or health and ease and sweet tranquility;
When dim, dark clouds enshroud our memory
And pass ’tween us and heaven’s gracious smiles,
’Tis sadder far to wake to misery
And feel that Pleasure now no more beguiles,
That sin has left nought but the wounds of its base wiles.