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WHEN THE END CAME
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For more than three hundred years the oppressed had been crying from the foul hold of the slaver, “How long, O Lord, how long?" But when the axe fell, and the rope creaked to the weight of that dishonored clay, the sweet angel of Mercy was at last able to reply:

"Now.”