Classic Poem

On her parting with the first copy of Heaven , and sending for another.

Say, Stella , didst thou never look
Into that great, that holy book,
Which on the parson's desk is spread,
And once a week, at least, is read;
There, Stella , didst thou never see,
How Angels lost their Heav'n, like Thee?
And for a punishment beside,
We're doom'd for ever to reside
In hell, the fittest place for pride.

Reflect on this — Yet lest thy heart
Should with a thought so horrid start,
Lest thy soft nature should relent,
And Stella for her crime repent;
Know, that the guilt for which they fell,
Justly deserv'd the hottest hell.
Thou thro' good nature may'st have err'd,
And therefore shall thy pray'r be heard;
Thy ev'ry wish shall be obtain'd,
And Paradise with ease regain'd .