Classic Poem

The promise first, that led the van,
Did curse the tempting snake;
But op'd the door of bliss to man,
For thus Jehovah spake:

“I'll put eternal enmity,
O thou satanic foe!
Between the woman foil'd and thee,
To thy disgrace and woe.

“Her seed and thine immortal feud
Shall both be made to feel;
It shall entirely break thy head,
Thou only bruise his heel.

“And to give thee the fatal blow,
Her seed shall be my Son ;
Destroy thy works, and quite undo
What mischief thou hast done.”