Here you will find the Poem Summer Heat of poet Eugene Field
Nay, why discuss this summer heat, Of which vain people tell? Oh, sinner, rather were it meet To fix thy thoughts on hell! The punishment ordained for you In that infernal spot Is het by Satan's impish crew And kept forever hot. Sumatra might be reckoned nice, And Tophet passing cool, And Sodom were a cake of ice Beside that sulphur pool. An awful stench and dismal wail Come from the broiling souls, Whilst Satan with his fireproof tail Stirs up the brimstone coals. Oh, sinner, on this end 'tis meet That thou shouldst ponder well, For what, oh, what, is worldly heat Unto the heat of hell?
