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[364] “They lie, they lie, my father dear!
     No foul old witch is she,
But sweet and good and crystal-pure
     As Wenham waters be.”

“I tell thee, child, the Lord hath set
     Before us good and ill,
And woe to all whose carnal loves
     Oppose His righteous will.

Between Him and the powers of hell
     Choose thou, my child, to-day:
No sparing hand, no pitying eye,
     When God commands to slay! “

He went his way; the old wives shook
     With fear as he drew nigh;
The children in the dooryards held
     Their breath as he passed by.

Too well they knew the gaunt gray horse
     The grim witch-hunter rode
The pale Apocalyptic beast
     By grisly Death bestrode.

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