Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Army Life in a Black Regiment

Here is an infinitely quaint description of the length of the heavenly road :--

Xiv. O'Er the crossing.

Yonder's my old mudder,
Been a-waggin‘ at de hill so long.
It's about time she'll cross over;
Get home bimeby.
Keep prayin‘, I do believe
We're a long time waggin‘ o'er de crossin‘.
Keep prayin‘, I do believe
We'll get home to heaven bimeby.

Hear dat mournful thunder
Roll from door to door,
Calling home God's children;
Get home bimeby.
Little chil'en, I do believe
We're a long time, &c.
Little chil'en, I do believe
We'll get home, &c.

See dat forked lightnin‘
Flash from tree to tree,
Callin‘ home God's chil'en;
Get home bimeby.
True believer, I do believe
We're a long time, &c.
O brudders, I do believe,
We'll get home to heaven bimeby.

One of the most singular pictures of future joys, and with a fine flavor of hospitality about it, was this :--

Xv. Walk ‘Em easy.

O, walk 'em easy round de heaven,
O, walk 'em easy round de heaven,
Walk 'em easy round de heaven,
Walk 'em easy round de heaven,
Dat all de people may join de band.
Walk 'em easy round de heaven. (Thrice.)
O, shout glory till 'em join dat band!