Summary

Portrait of John Greenleaf Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Bay of Seven Islands, and other poems

Drive out of their bodies the Father of Lies,
Who through them preaches and prophesies!"
So into the forest they held their way,
By winding river and frost-rimmed bay,
Over wind-swept hills that felt the beat
Of the winter sea at their icy feet.
The Indian hunter, searching his traps,
Peered stealthily through the forest gaps;
And the outlying settler shook his head,—
"They're witches going to jail," he said.
At last a meeting-house came in view;
A blast on his horn the constable blew;
And the boys of Hampton cried up and down,
"The Quakers have come!" to the wondering town.
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Portrait of John Greenleaf Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Bay of Seven Islands, and other poems

THE pleasant isle of Rugen looks the Baltic water o'er, To the silver-sanded beaches of the Pomeranian shore;
And in the town of Rambin a little boy and maid Plucked the meadow-flowers together and in the sea-surf played.
Alike were they in beauty if not in their degree He was the Amptman's first-born, the miller's child was she.
Now of old the isle of Rugen was full of Dwarfs
and Trolls,
The brown-faced little Earth-men, the people without
souls;
And for every man and woman in Rugen's island
found
Walking in air and sunshine, a Troll was
underground.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of John Greenleaf Whittier John Greenleaf Whittier Bay of Seven Islands, and other poems

The lowing cows, the bleat of sheep, the voices of
the sea;
"And oh, upon my father's knee to sit beside the
door,
And hear the bell of vespers ring in Rambin
church once more!"
He kissed her cheek, he kissed her lips; the Brown
Dwarf groaned to see,
And tore his tangled hair and ground his long
teeth angrily.
But Deitrich said: "For five long years this tender
Christian maid
Has served you in your evil world and well must
she be paid!
"Haste!—hither bring me precious gems, the richest in your store; Then when we pass the gate of glass, you'll take your cap once more."
Source: Gutenberg

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