Enter, scared mortal! and in awe behold The chancel of a dying poet's mind, Hung round, ah! not adorned, with pictures bold And quaint, but roughly touched for the refined. The chancel, not the charnel house! For I To God have raised a shrine immaculate Therein, whereon His name to glorify, And daily mercies meekly celebrate. So in, scared breather! here no hint of death -- Skull or cross-bones suggesting sceptic fear; Yea, rather calmer beauty, purer breath Inhaled from a diviner atmosphere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW EXILED by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO RUSSIA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER STEAMBOATS, VIADUCTS, AND RAILWAYS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS ARMSTRONG |