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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sailor, Who Had Served In The Slave Trade.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stopt,--it surely was a groan<br>That from the hovel came!<br>He stopt and listened anxiously<br>Again it sounds the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It surely from the hovel comes!<br>And now he hastens there,<br>And thence he hears the name of Christ<br>Amidst a broken prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He entered in the hovel now,<br>A sailor there he sees,<br>His hands were lifted up to Heaven<br>And he was on his knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor did the Sailor so intent<br>His entering footsteps heed,<br>But now the Lord's prayer said, and now<br>His half-forgotten creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And often on his Saviour call'd<br>With many a bitter groan,<br>In such heart-anguish as could spring<br>From deepest guilt alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He ask'd the miserable man<br>Why he was kneeling there,<br>And what the crime had been that caus'd<br>The anguish of his prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh I have done a wicked thing!<br>It haunts me night and day,<br>And I have sought this lonely place<br>Here undisturb'd to pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have no place to pray on board<br>So I came here alone,<br>That I might freely kneel and pray,<br>And call on Christ and groan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If to the main-mast head I go,<br>The wicked one is there,<br>From place to place, from rope to rope,<br>He follows every where.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shut my eyes,--it matters not--<br>Still still the same I see,--<br>And when I lie me down at night<br>'Tis always day with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He follows follows every where,<br>And every place is Hell!<br>O God--and I must go with him<br>In endless fire to dwell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He follows follows every where,<br>He's still above--below,<br>Oh tell me where to fly from him!<br>Oh tell me where to go!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But tell me, quoth the Stranger then,<br>What this thy crime hath been,<br>So haply I may comfort give<br>To one that grieves for sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O I have done a cursed deed<br>The wretched man replies,<br>And night and day and every where<br>'Tis still before my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sail'd on board a Guinea-man<br>And to the slave-coast went;<br>Would that the sea had swallowed me<br>When I was innocent!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we took in our cargo there,<br>Three hundred negroe slaves,<br>And we sail'd homeward merrily<br>Over the ocean waves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But some were sulky of the slaves<br>And would not touch their meat,<br>So therefore we were forced by threats<br>And blows to make them eat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One woman sulkier than the rest<br>Would still refuse her food,--<br>O Jesus God! I hear her cries--<br>I see her in her blood!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Captain made me tie her up<br>And flog while he stood by,<br>And then he curs'd me if I staid<br>My hand to hear her cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She groan'd, she shriek'd--I could not spare<br>For the Captain he stood by--<br>Dear God! that I might rest one night<br>From that poor woman's cry!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She twisted from the blows--her blood<br>Her mangled flesh I see--<br>And still the Captain would not spare--<br>Oh he was worse than me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She could not be more glad than I<br>When she was taken down,<br>A blessed minute--'twas the last<br>That I have ever known!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did not close my eyes all night,<br>Thinking what I had done;<br>I heard her groans and they grew faint<br>About the rising sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She groan'd and groan'd, but her groans grew<br>Fainter at morning tide,<br>Fainter and fainter still they came<br>Till at the noon she died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They flung her overboard;--poor wretch<br>She rested from her pain,--<br>But when--O Christ! O blessed God!<br>Shall I have rest again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the sea close over her,<br>Yet she was still in sight;<br>I see her twisting every where;<br>I see her day and night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go where I will, do what I can<br>The wicked one I see--<br>Dear Christ have mercy on my soul,<br>O God deliver me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To morrow I set sail again<br>Not to the Negroe shore--<br>Wretch that I am I will at least<br>Commit that sin no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O give me comfort if you can--<br>Oh tell me where to fly--<br>And bid me hope, if there be hope,<br>For one so lost as I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor wretch, the stranger he replied,<br>Put thou thy trust in heaven,<br>And call on him for whose dear sake<br>All sins shall be forgiven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This night at least is thine, go thou<br>And seek the house of prayer,<br>There shalt thou hear the word of God<br>And he will help thee there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</a><div class=q>
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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 ente..."></div>
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