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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.
It surely from the hovel comes! 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.
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