The good God would never frighten me so,
If it was not to ease my Harry's heart.
But while I was doubting in fear and pain,
And praying for light to see my way clear,
The ghost said—'My goodness! it's Mrs. Vane!
How in the world did the woman come here?'
The ghost stalk'd towards me with outstretch'd hand:
I put mine behind me, and back'd away;
My terrified brain could not understand,
And my arid lips had nothing to say.