Let Satan rule in hell.
Let angels, in heaven, rest
For humans moving up and down
For them; Mother Earth is best.

Only comforts all good things
Apparently appeal to human taste.
All sweets, nothing hot, bitter or sour
Will make the best foods a total waste.

Happy, who could ever be?
Without the shades of gloom
No change in routine, around human sees
Joy, in his life, will have no room.