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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Army Life in a Black Regiment, chapter 2 (search)
ot to harden it down inside o‘ you, or it's notin‘. Then he hit hard at the religionists: When a man's got de sperit ob de Lord in him, it weakens him all out, can't hoe de corn. He had a great deal of broad sense in his speech; but presently somes in the camp:-- Let me so lib dat when I die I shall hab manners, dat I shall know what to say when I see my Heabenly Lord. Let me lib wid de musket in one hand an' de Bible in de oder,--dat if I die at de muzzle ob de musket, die in de watere, when de bressed mornin‘ rises, when I shall stan‘ in de glory, wid one foot on de water an' one foot on de land, den, O Lord, I shall see my wife an' my little chil'en once more. These sentences I noted down, as best I could, beside the glimmer, as he sat at my tent's edge last night and told me his story; and he showed all his white teeth as he added, Dey tink de Lord meant for say de Yankees. Last night, at dress-parade, the adjutant read General Saxton's Proclamation for the New Y
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Army Life in a Black Regiment, Chapter 9: negro Spirituals. (search)
de road! I'se been on de road into heaven, my Lord! I can't stay behind! O, room in dar, room infrom springs dat never run dry, O, &c. Cry O my Lord! O, &c. Before I'll stay in hell one day, O, &in hopes to pray my sins away, O, &c. Cry O my Lord! O. &c. Brudder Moses promised for be dar too,go! O, Jacob do hang from a tremblin‘ limb; De Lord will bless my soul. O wrestlin‘ Jacob, Jacobr, I wish I'd been dar, I wish I'd been dar, my Lord, For to climb up Jacob's ladder. Still simpng them. XXII. Lord, remember me. O do, Lord, remember me! O do, Lord, remember me! O, do us call you. Go in de wilderness To wait upon de Lord. Go wait upon de Lord, Go wait upon de Lord,e prettiest ting dat ever I done Was to serve de Lord when I was young. So blow your trumpet, Gabr We'll soon be free, We'll soon be free, When de Lord will call us home. My brudder, how long, My free. We'll fight for liberty (Thrice.) When de Lord will call us home. The suspicion in this [24 more...]<