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...sharp cry of pain From agony of fever, blain, and boil, 'Twas but to crush it down and on again ! 4. He knew not that the trumpet he had blown Out of the...strike the chains from the slave's fettered hand. 5. Now, we believe, he knows, sees all is well; How God had stayed his will and shaped his way, To...

...ache of travel and of toil Would sometimes wring a short, sharp cry of pain From agony of fever, blaiu and boil, 'Twas but to crush it down and on again...had blown Out of the darkness of that dismal land, H;id reached and roused an army of its own To strike the chains from the slave's fettered hand. Now...

...ache of travel and of toil Would sometimes wring a short, sharp ory of pain From agony of fever, blaiu and boil, Twas but to crush it down and on again !...trumpet he had blown Out of the darkness of that dismal Ir.nd, Had reached and roused an army of its own To strike the chains from the slave's fettered hand....

...of toil Would sometimes wring a short, sharp cry of pain From agony of fever, blain and boil, 'Twos but to crush it down and on again ! He knew not that...trumpet he had blown Out of the darkness of that dismal Ir.nd, Had reached and roused an army of its own To strike the chains from the slave's fettered hand....

...ache of travel and of toil Would sometimes wring a short, sharp cry of pain From agony of fever, Main and boil, 'Twas but to crush it down and on again! He knew not that the trumpet lie had blown Out of the darkness of that dismal lr.nd, Had reached and roused an army of its own To...

...never-failing will. By the worn frame, now at its rest with God, That never rested from its fight with ill. " He knew not that the trumpet he had blown Out of the...strike the chains from the slave's fettered hand. " Open the Abbey doors and bear him in To sleep with kings and statesmen, chief and sage, The missionary...

...desolating slave trade," — yet he died in the midst of its horrors, knowing not, as Punch said, " That the trumpet he had blown Out of the darkness of that dismal land Had reached and roused nn army of its own, To strike the chains from the slave's fettered hand." 1 British lilut: Hook, Africa,...