'Tis so appalling - it exhilarates - So over Horror, it half Captivates - The Soul stares after it, secure - To know the worst, leaves no dread 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 - Your's, is done - And so of Wo, bleak dreaded - come, It sets the Fright at liberty - And Terror's free - Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!
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