Ghost-Laying
If you’re a-walking at the eerie fall of night, Regretting that you’re out so late alone, And there shimmers in the shadow something sinister and white, Then remember every spooky tale you've known— Of the phantom love-lorn lady who delights to linger on At the tree by which she trysted long ago; Of the murdered miser moaning for his treasure found by none; Of ghosts who guard their buried bones below. And having so recalled them, till you shudder where you stand, All goosey, and your blood is running cold, Then test your resolution, get your jumpy nervs in hand, And step towards the spectre, straight and bold; And the ghost so calmly treated will transform itself, you’ll find, From something that might frighten foolish folk To something of most obviously ordinary kind— A gatepost or a little rift of smoke! W.K.H.
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Waikato Times, Volume 125, Issue 20995, 23 December 1939, Page 19 (Supplement)
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