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THE SAILOR,
WHO HAD SERVED IN THE SLAVE-TRADE.
He stopt,—it surely was a groan
That from the hovel came!
He stopt and listened anxiously
Again it sounds the same.
That from the hovel came!
He stopt and listened anxiously
Again it sounds the same.
It surely from the hovel comes!
And now he hastens there,
And thence he hears the name of Christ
Amidst a broken prayer.
And now he hastens there,
And thence he hears the name of Christ
Amidst a broken prayer.
He entered in the hovel now,
A sailor there he sees,
His hands were lifted up to Heaven
And he was on his knees.
A sailor there he sees,
His hands were lifted up to Heaven
And he was on his knees.
