THE DYING BONDMAN.
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Than the grating of that steamer
When her keel had touched the ground.
When her keel had touched the ground.
But our faithful martyr hero
Through a fiery pathway trod,
Till he laid his valiant spirit
On the bosom of his God,
Through a fiery pathway trod,
Till he laid his valiant spirit
On the bosom of his God,
Fame has never crowned a hero
On the crimson fields of strife,
Grander, nobler, than that pilot
Yielding up for us his life.
On the crimson fields of strife,
Grander, nobler, than that pilot
Yielding up for us his life.
The Dying Bondman.
Life was trembling, faintly trembling
On the bondman's latest breath,
And he felt the chilling pressure
Of the cold, hard hand of Death.
On the bondman's latest breath,
And he felt the chilling pressure
Of the cold, hard hand of Death.
He had been an Afric chieftain,
Worn his manhood as a crown;
But upon the field of battle
Had been fiercely stricken down.
Worn his manhood as a crown;
But upon the field of battle
Had been fiercely stricken down.
