John Greenleaf Whittier,
Mable Martin: A Harvest Idyl
“ Unto no whiter soul than hers."Let Goody Martin rest in peace; I never knew her harm a fly, And witch or not, God knows--not I."I know who swore her life away; And as God lives, I'd not condemn An Indian dog on word of them."The broadest lands in all the town, The skill to guide, the power to awe, Were Harden's; and his word was law.None dared withstand him to his face, But one sly maiden spake aside "The little witch is evil-eyed!"Her mother only killed a cow, Or witched a churn or dairy-pan; But she, forsooth, must charm a man!"V. In the Shadow. ”
