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Life was trembling, faintly trembling / 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.