Dred: A Tale of the Great Dismal Swamp

by Harriet Beecher Stowe

And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head

For such a wretch as I?"

There was a dead silence as the voice approached still nearer, and the chorus was borne upon the night air:—

"Oh, the Lamb, the loving Lamb,

The Lamb of Calvary!

The Lamb that was slain, but liveth again,

To intercede for me!"

And as the last two lines were sung, Milly emerged and stood in the centre of the group. When Dred saw her, he gave a kind of groan, and said, putting his hand out before his face:—