Till, at the Dungeon’s gloomy name
The blood in quicker currents came.
Weird Superstition spread her wing
Of sombre shade, o’er dell and spring;
Once, powers of ill seemed leagued, to bind
In clouds of mist, the human mind;
Dread scenes ensued, and but the name
Of Witchcraft roused the smouldering flame,
The whirlwind spent its mightiest force
On Salem’s heights, but in its course