Last in my list, five untaught lads appear;
Their father dead, compassion sent them here, —
For still that rustic infidel denied
To have their names with solemn rite applied:
His, a lone house, by Deadman's Dyke-way stood;
And his, a nightly haunt, in Lonely-wood:
Each village inn has heard the ruffian boast,
That he believed "in neither God nor ghost;
" That, when the sod upon the sinner press'd,
"He, like the saint, had everlasting rest;
" That never priest believed his doctrines true,
"But would, for profit, own himself a Jew,
" Or worship wood and stone, as honest heathen do;
"That fools alone on future worlds rely,
" And all who die for faith, deserve to die. "