By cirumstance, we share the same geography;
in separated regions of the continent:
despising him, I may, at least, rejoice---content
that, someday, we shall have a final separation:
me to the joy of Christ's gift to me, sure Salvation;
and he into his equally assured damnation.
His actions have revealed his headlong destiny;
he has brought shame upon great Rome's ancient empire.
And when he stands, trembling, before the Father's throne---
without the Savior he rejected; all alone---
the angel, who throws him into the Lake, might tell
him, "Take a good, hard look at that . . . it is . . . your fire!'
Starward