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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Forgiven. (search)
ttle fell a secession colonel, the last remaining son of his mother, and she a widow. That mother had sold eleven children of an old slave mother, her servant; that servant went to her and said: Missus, we're even now; you sold all my children; de Lord took all yours; not one left to bury either of us; now I forgive you. A Southern widow knelt beside the bier Of her lifeless son, They had brought him back from the battle-field, The field that he died upon; And of all her children, this dea as she never spoke before-- Perhaps grief made her brave; The swelling tide of a mighty grief Impulsive accents gave. “Missus, you mourn, for your last boy Will never come back more. You took my children, one by one, From the little cabin-door; De Lord took yours, now I forgive-- I never could before.” “I pity you in de lonesome house, For I knows how; Not one left to bury either of us, We're even now But de good Lord helps sufferina hearts Dat to him bow.” Erie. home, Feb. 27,
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), The schools of Fernandina. (search)
die! chorus — It won't be long! etc. My brother! do sing! ray brother! do sing! my brother! do sing! De praises ob de Lord! chorus — It won't be long! etc. We'll soon be free! we'll soon be free! we'll soon be free! De Lord will call us homDe Lord will call us home! chorus — My brother! do sing! my brother! do sing! my brother! do sing! De praises ob de Lord! And these verses, so expressive and pathetic, are added to almost indefinitely in the same style by the interested singers. Now where this ande Lord! And these verses, so expressive and pathetic, are added to almost indefinitely in the same style by the interested singers. Now where this and the hundred kindred songs sung by the slaves came from, or who amidst the darkness of slavery inditeth them, I cannot of course say, but it is easy to determine the source of the inspiration. In patient faith and enduring hope these Songs of Zionnowledge of his letters and syllables. Poor old Ned! After a long life of unrequited toil and slavery, he has gone where the good negroes go; where no slave-driver will ever follow; where he can sing de praises ob de Lord in freedom and safe