Classic Poem

Be G OD'S the Hope! He built the azure frame;
He sphered its borders with the walls of flame;
'Tis His, whose hands have made it, glory or shame.
Be God's the Hope!

The Serpent girds the round of earth and sea;
The Serpent pastures on the precious tree;
The Serpent, Lord of Paradise is he.
Be God's the Hope!

I thought to slay him. I am vanquished.
Heaven needed not my stroke, and I am sped.
Yea, God, thou livest, though thy poor friend be dead.
Be God's the Hope!