I've sometimes wished that Ingersoll were wise
  To hold his tongue, nor rail against the skies;
    For when he's made a point some pious dunce
  Like Bartlett of the Bulletin "replies."

  I brandish no iconoclastic fist,
  Nor enter the debate an atheist;
    But when they say there is a God I ask
  Why Bartlett, then, is suffered to exist.

  Even infidels that logic might resent,
  Saying: "There's no place for his punishment
    That's worse than earth." But humbly I submit
  That he would make a hell wherever sent.