“ And as I gazed and listened, came a slave all worn and weary,
His fetter-links blood-crusted, his dark brow clammy damp,
His sunken eyes gleamed widely, telling tales of horror dreary,
Of toilsome stragglings through the night amid the fever swamps. ”

“ A bright angel raised the sinking wretch, and off his fetters tore
Then I heard the chorus swelling, grand beyond a mortal's telling,
"Pass, brother, through our portal, thou'rt a freeman evermore!"
And as I gazed and listened, came a mother wildly weeping—
"I have lost my hopes for ever—one by one they went away;
My children and their father the cold grave hath in its keeping,
Life is one long lamentation, I know nor night nor day!"
Then the angel softly speaking,—"Stay, sister, stay thy shrieking.
Thou shalt find those thou art seeking beyond that golden door!" ”