countries the same gospel they have learned in this?

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TO THE MEMORY OF DR. POWELL.

BY A PASTOR IN THE SOUTH.

One night, entranced, I sat spell-bound,
And listened in my place,
And made a solemn vow to be
A hero for my race.

He plead as but a few can plead.
With eloquence and might,
He plead for a humanity,
The Freedmen and the right.

His soul and true nobility
Went out in every word,
And strongly moved for better things
Was everyone that heard.

Too soon has death made good his claim
On him who moved us so;
Too great and white the harvest yet,
To spare him here below.

O! "why this waste?"--forgive me, Lord,
I would not Judas be;