Will without power, the element of _hell_, Abortive all its acts returning still Upon itself; ... oh! anguish terrible! Meet guerdon of self-love, its proper ill! Malice would scowl upon the foe he fears; And he with lip of scorn would seek to kill; But neither sees the other, neither hears-- For darkness each in his own dungeon bars, Lust pines for dearth, and grief drinks its own tears-- Each in its solitude apart. Hate wars Against himself, and feeds upon his chain, Whose iron penetrates the soul it scars, A dreadful solitude each mind insane, Each its own place, its prison all alone, And finds no sympathy to soften pain. _J. A. Heraud._ I’ll tell thee what is _hell_--thy memory Still mountained up with records of the past, Heap over heap, all accents and all forms, Telling the tale of joy and innocence, And hope, and peace, and love; recording, too, With stern fidelity, the thousand wrongs Worked upon weakness and defencelessness; The blest occasions trifled o’er or spurned; All that hath been that ought not to have been, That might have been so different, that now Cannot but be irrevocably past! Thy gangrened heart, Stripped of its self-worn mask, and spread at last Bare, in its horrible anatomy, Before thine own excruciated gaze! _D. P. Starkey._ The day Will come, when virtue from the cloud shall burst, That long obscured her beams; when sin shall fly Back to her native _hell_; there sink eclipsed In penal darkness, where nor star shall rise, Nor ever sunshine pierce the impervious gloom. _Glynn._ In the human breast there dwell Warring passions fierce and dark, Making of their home a _hell_, Of the soul a driving bark On a wild tempestuous sea, Till too oft ’tis wrecked and driven Far away, far away! Hear the pitying angels say-- Soul so lost, and tempest-tost, Upon _hell_ and death’s bleak coast, Far away from heaven! _Egone._ HELP. And the Lord God said, It is not good that the man should be alone: I will make him an _help_ meet for him.--Genesis, ii. 18. God is our refuge and strength, a very present _help_ in trouble.--Psalm xlvi. 1. Give us _help_ from trouble: for vain is the _help_ of man.--Psalm lx. 11. Our _help_ is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth.--Psalm cxxiv. 8.