To Sodom and Gomorrah on the plain

To Sodom and Gomorrah on the plain Was sent a fiery storm of brimstone rain;

When o’er the towns the fearful torrent burst, One was destroyed, the other was my first.

My last we waste and spend, but cannot save; And on it we ’ll be carried to our grave.

My whole the rich and poor alike may claim, But soon it will possess another name.