'Tis so appalling — it exhilirates —

'Tis so appalling — it exhilirates —
So over Horror, it half captivates —
The Soul stares after it, secure —
To know the worst, leave 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!