 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
[When Gabriel blows a dreadful blast]
When Gabriel blows a dreadful blastAnd swears that Time's forever past,
Days, weeks, months, years all one at last,
Then Asa Fiske, lying here unblest,
Will beat (and skin his hand) his breast:
There'll be no rate of interest!
| The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | |