human
I dare not breathe my mother's name; A daughter's right I dare not crave To weep above her unblest grave! Let me not live until my heart, With few to pity, and with none To love me, hardens into stone. O God! have mercy on thy child, Whose faith in Thee grows weak and small, And take me ere I lose it all.
gpt
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!