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band and wife, with their wondering child in their arms, knelt down and lifted up their hearts to God! “’Twas something like the burst from death to life, From the grave’s cerements to the robes of heaven; From sin’s dominion, and from passion’s strife, To the pure freedom of a soul forgiven; Where all the bonds of death and hell are riven. And mortal puts on immortality, When Mercy’s hand hath turned the golden key, And Mercy’s voice hath said, Rejoice, thy soul is free." The little party were soon guided, by Mrs. Smyth, to the hospitable abode of a good missionary, whom Christian charity has placed here as a shepherd to the out- cast and wandering, who are constantly finding an asylum on this shore. Who can speak the blessedness of that first day of freedom? Is not the sense of liberty a higher and a finer one than any of the five? To move, speak and breathe,- go out and come in unwatched, and free from danger! Who can speak the blessings of that rest which comes down on the free man’s pillow, under laws which insure to him the rights that God has given to man? How fair and precious to that mother was that sleeping child’s face, endeared by the memory of a thou- sand dangers! How impossible was it to sleep, in the exuberant possession of |
