'Tis so appalling — it exhilarates
So over Horror, it half Captivates
The Soul stares after it, secure
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more
To scan a Ghost, is faint
But grappling, conquers it
How easy, Torment, now
Suspense kept sawing so
The Truth, is Bald, and Cold
But that will hold
If any are not sure
We show them — prayer
But we, who know
Stop hoping, now
Looking at Death, is Dying
Just let go the Breath
And not the pillow at your Cheek
So Slumbereth
Others, Can wrestle
Yours, is done
And so of Woe, bleak dreaded — come
It sets the Fright at liberty
And Terror's free
Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!
So over Horror, it half Captivates
The Soul stares after it, secure
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more
To scan a Ghost, is faint
But grappling, conquers it
How easy, Torment, now
Suspense kept sawing so
The Truth, is Bald, and Cold
But that will hold
If any are not sure
We show them — prayer
But we, who know
Stop hoping, now
Looking at Death, is Dying
Just let go the Breath
And not the pillow at your Cheek
So Slumbereth
Others, Can wrestle
Yours, is done
And so of Woe, bleak dreaded — come
It sets the Fright at liberty
And Terror's free
Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!
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