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'Tis strange how o'er the most obdurate breast
Fell Superstition holdeth magic sway,
Producing causeless care, and sad unrest,
Chasing the better feelings all away,
And bringing apprehension strong alway.—
And e'en to those who fear not danger near,
There is a horror in those things that lay
In doubt and mystery; superstition here
Raiseth his hoary head, and worketh woe and fear.