The smoke al­as, must still as­cend,
And ne­ver will their tor­ment end,
No res­pite can the damned ob­tain,
No in­ter­val of rest from pain;
Millions of years shall pass away,
Nor short­en the eter­nal day,
While still in blas­phe­mies they own
Their pun­ish­ment but just be­gun.

Vain, wretch­ed man, whose fond de­sire
Would quench the ev­erl­ast­ing fire,
Or teach it will not al­ways last,
After a course of æo­ns past;
O mayst thou ne­ver, ne­ver know
The dark abyss of end­less woe,
Or in its lit­er­al strict­ness feel
The truth of an eter­nal hell.