Holds.

Spitzweg, The Witch’s Ride, 1875

May Jack-o-lanterns burning bright

      Of soft and golden hue

      Pierce through the future's veil and show

      What fate now holds for you.

By goblins of the cornfield stark

      By witches dancing on the green

      By pumpkins grinning in the dark

      I wish you luck this Hallowe’en.

Old Hallowe'en verse