John Greenleaf Whittier

“ Nantucket’s sails were spread;
How pale Want alternated
With Plenty’s golden smile;
Behold, is it not written
In the annals of the isle?
And yet that isle remaineth
A refuge of the free,
As when true-hearted Macy
Beheld it from the sea.
Free as the winds that winnow
Her shrubless hills of sand,
Free as the waves that batter
Along her yielding land.
Than hers, at duty’s summons,
No loftier spirit stirs,
Nor falls o’er human suffering
A readier tear than hers. ”

“ The burly sheriff came:—
“Stand, Goodman Macy, yield thyself;
Yield in the King’s own name.”
“Now out upon thy hangman’s face!”
Bold Macy answered then,—
“Whip women, on the village green,
But meddle not with men.” ”

“ The incidents upon which the following ballad has its foundation occurred about the year 1660. Thomas Macy was one of the first, if not the first white settler of Nantucket. The career of Macy is briefly but carefully outlined in James S. Pike’s The New Puritan. ”