|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
Death, 'tis a melancholy day
To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.
Death! 'tis a melancholy Day, Stanza 1
In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes,
For guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies
To darkness, fire, and pain.
Death! 'tis a melancholy Day, Stanza 2