Classic Poem

That which before excited, now appals;
That which before did stimulate, doth quell;
That which before did thrill, not dully falls
On us, with leaden weight, like palsying spell!—
Life, thou hast lost, that, without which, the cell
Of fancy, no more teems with magic charms,
Sense of security! and those know well
Who this experience gain of death's alarms,
All is then lost except Religion ope her arms.