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[37] To hear the good man tell of simple truth,
     Sown in an hour
Of weakness in some far-off Indian isle,
     From the parched bosom of a barren soil,
Raised up in life and power:

How at those gatherings in Barbadian vales,
     A tendering love
Came o'er him, like the gentle rain from heaven,
     And words of fitness to his lips were given,
And strength as from above:

How the sad captive listened to the Word,
     Until his chain
Grew lighter, and his wounded spirit felt
     The healing balm of consolation melt
Upon its life-long pain:

How the armed warrior sat him down to hear
     Of Peace and Truth,
And the proud ruler and his Creole dame,
     Jewelled and gorgeous in her beauty came,
And fair and bright-eyed youth.

Oh, far away beneath New England's sky,
     Even when a boy,
Following my plough by Merrimac's green shore,
     His simple record I have pondered o'er
With deep and quiet joy.

And hence this scene, in sunset glory warm,—
     Its woods around,
Its still stream winding on in light and shade,

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