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MATHER.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Methinks that I have come by paths unknown

Into the land and atmosphere of Witches;

For, meditating as I journeyed on,

Lo! I have lost my way! If I remember

Rightly, it is Scribonius the learned

That tells the story of a man who, praying

For one that was possessed by Evil Spirits,

Was struck by Evil Spirits in the face;

I, journeying to circumvent the Witches,

Surely by Witches have been led astray.

I am persuaded there are few affairs

In which the Devil doth not interfere.

We cannot undertake a journey even,

But Satan will be there to meddle with it

By hindering or by furthering. He hath led me

Into this thicket, struck me in the face

With branches of the trees, and so entangled

The fetlocks of my horse with vines and brambles,

That I must needs dismount, and search on foot

For the lost pathway leading to the village.

 

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What shape is this? What monstrous apparition,

Exceeding fierce, that none may pass that way?

Tell me, good woman, if you are a woman--