Oh, what shall the man full of sin do ..

A broadside poem of 12 or maybe 16 lines, with suitably horrifying illustrations, about the unfortunate position of one about to die, knowing he is damned. . The approximate text was:-

O what shall the man full of sin do,
Whose heart is as cold as a stone,
The black owl looking in at his window
And he on his death-bed, alone?

Then he hears them,… ???? missing verse?


As the spirit, half freed from its bare-case,
Goes shrinking away in the gloom
There's a whisper of wings on the stair-case,
And a shudder of feet in the room.

And they bear him, with horrible laughter
Though he cling with the strength of despair,
To bedpost, and lintel, and rafter,
Away, to the Prince of the Air.

from memory from a card on the wall at my parents' house, Barlaston