RELIGION AND CHURCH.Thoughts on Jesus Christ's descent into Hell
Music with angel-pinions hovers there,To pierce man's being to its inmost core,
Think of, with gladness,
I'll break my silence deep.If, worthy Knight, I am that flower,It grieves me that I have not power
Boldly the pail from the well didst thou sustain on thy head.Then was reveal'd thy neck, then seen thy shoulders so beauteous,
But, Satan, endless woe to thee!Thou thought'st to overcome Him then,
Through my mother's sick-bed phantasy.
Two young folks--the thing is curious--