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 O you remember, ay, love, even now, How by the wintry fire we used to sit Reclining on the many-coloured rug ? We were good children always, so they said. Too good, alas ! we had been better worse ; But being as we were, were happy so, With " Tell me, now, what in the fire you see ? " " I see a mountain and a burning lake." " You mean a burning mountain and a lake ? " " No, no, a mountain and a burning lake ; The lake where Sodom and Gomorrah burn, And all the people in them burn and burn, And then, and now, and evermore they burn." " But that is dreadful : God is not like that ; He says 'enough' sometimes."