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[205] She is indeed her mother's child;
     But God's sweet pity ministers
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 “

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