" I die, and God will surely visit you. " — Gen. 50 : 24.

My cruel chain! I mourn not now,
To wear thy galling link;
The damps of death are on my brow,
And fast my pulses sink;
And when this tortur'd frame shall lie,
Within the silent grave,
'Twill little move my soul, that I
Have liv'd and died a Slave .

Slave! I shall know the name no more —
Free, as Salvation, free!
Free, as an angel's wing can soar,
I shall forever be.
Adoring at the Throne of Light,
With freedom's voice I'll sing —
" Blessing and Honor, Pow'r and Might,
" To Christ, the Savior, King! "

Brethren in bondage! fare ye well!
Too late — too late for me,
The promis'd hour, whose voice shall tell,
That ev'ry slave is FREE .
And thousands more my grave shall share,
While Freedom's friends delay,
Nor drop the fetters that they wear,
Till they have dropp'd their clay.