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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391833" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Deliverance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Master only left old Mistus<br>One bright and handsome boy;<br>But she fairly doted on him,<br>He was her pride and joy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all liked Mister Thomas,<br>He was so kind at heart;<br>And when the young folkes got in scrapes,<br>He always took their part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He kept right on that very way<br>Till he got big and tall,<br>And old Mistus used to chide him<br>And say he'd spile us all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But somehow the farm did prosper<br>When he took things in hand;<br>And though all the servants liked him,<br>He made them understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One evening Mister Thomas said,<br>'Just bring my easy shoes;<br>I am going to sit by mother,<br>And read her up the news.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon I heard him tell old Mistus<br>We're bound to have a fight;<br>But we'll whip the Yankees, mother,<br>We'll whip them sure as night!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I saw old Mistus tremble;<br>She gasped and held her breath;<br>And she looked on Mister Thomas<br>With a face as pale as death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They are firing on Fort Sumpter;<br>Oh! I wish that I was there! -<br>Why, dear mother! what's the matter?<br>You're the picture of despair.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I was thinking, dearest Thomas,<br>'Twould break my very heart<br>If a fierce and dreadful battle<br>Should tear our lives apart.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'None but cowards, dearest mother,<br>Would skulk unto the rear,<br>When the tyrant's hand is shaking<br>All the heart is holding dear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt sorry for old Mistus;<br>She got too full to speak;<br>But I saw the great big tear-drops<br>A running down her cheek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mister Thomas too was troubled<br>With choosing on that night,<br>Betwixt staying with his mother<br>And joining in the fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon down into the village came<br>A call for volunteers;<br>Mistus gave up Mister Thomas,<br>With many sighs and tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His uniform was real handsome;<br>He looked so brave and strong;<br>But somehow I could'nt help thinking<br>His fighting must be wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though the house was very lonesome,<br>I thought 'twould all come right,<br>For I felt somehow or other<br>We was mixed up in that fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I said to Uncle Jacob,<br>'How old Mistus feels the sting,<br>For this parting with your children<br>Is a mighty dreadful thing.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Never mind,' said Uncle Jacob,<br>'Just wait and watch and pray,<br>For I feel right sure and certain,<br>Slavery's bound to pass away;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Because I asked the Spirit,<br>If God is good and just,<br>How it happened that the masters<br>Did grind us to the dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And something reasoned right inside,<br>Such should not always be;<br>And you could not beat it out my head,<br>The Spirit spoke to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his dear old eyes would brighten,<br>And his lips put on a smile,<br>Saying, 'Pick up faith and courage,<br>And just wait a little while.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mistus prayed up in the parlor,<br>That the Secesh all might win;<br>We were praying in the cabins,<br>Wanting freedom to begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mister Thomas wrote to Mistus,<br>Telling 'bout the Bull's Run fight,<br>That his troops had whipped the Yankees<br>And put them all to flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mistus' eyes did fairly glisten;<br>She laughed and praised the South,<br>But I thought some day she'd laugh<br>On tother side her mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I used to watch old Mistus' face,<br>And when it looked quite long<br>I would say to Cousin Milly,<br>The battle's going wrong;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not for us, but for the Rebels. -<br>My heart would fairly skip,<br>When Uncle Jacob used to say,<br>'The North is bound to whip.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And let the fight go as it would -<br>Let North or South prevail -<br>He always kept his courage up,<br>And never let it fail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he often used to tell us,<br>'Children, don't forget to pray;<br>For the darkest time of morning<br>Is just 'fore the break of day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, one morning bright and early<br>We heard the fife and drum,<br>And the booming of the cannon -<br>The Yankee troops had come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the word ran through the village,<br>The colored folks are free -<br>In the kitchens and the cabins<br>We held a jubilee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they told us Mister Lincoln<br>Said that slavery was dead,<br>We just poured our prayers and blessings<br>Upon his precious head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We just laughed, and danced, and shouted<br>And prayed, and sang, and cried,<br>And we thought dear Uncle Jacob<br>Would fairly crack his side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when old Mistus heard it,<br>She groaned and hardly spoke;<br>When she had to lose her servants,<br>Her heart was almost broke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas a sight to see our people<br>Going out, the troops to meet,<br>Almost dancing to the music,<br>And marching down the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After years of pain and parting,<br>Our chains was broke in two,<br>And we was so mighty happy,<br>We didn't know what to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we soon got used to freedom,<br>Though the way at first was rough;<br>But we weathered through the tempest,<br>For slavery made us tough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we had one awful sorrow,<br>It almost turned my head,<br>When a mean and wicked cretur<br>Shot Mister Lincoln dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas a dreadful solemn morning,<br>I just staggered on my feet;<br>And the women they were crying<br>And screaming in the street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if many prayers and blessings<br>Could bear him to the throne,<br>I should think when Mister Lincoln died,<br>That heaven just got its own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we had another President, -<br>What do you call his name?<br>Well, if the colored folks forget him<br>They would'nt be much to blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We thought he'd be the Moses<br>Of all the colored race;<br>But when the Rebels pressed us hard<br>He never showed his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But something must have happened him,<br>Right curi's I'll be bound,<br>'Cause I heard 'em talking 'bout a circle<br>That he was swinging round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But everything will pass away -<br>He went like time and tide -<br>And when the next election came<br>They let poor Andy slide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now we have a President,<br>And if I was a man<br>I'd vote for him for breaking up<br>The wicked Ku-Klux Klan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if any man should ask me<br>If I would sell my vote,<br>I'd tell him I was not the one<br>To change and turn my coat;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If freedom seem'd a little rough<br>I'd weather through the gale;<br>And as to buying up my vote,<br>I hadn't it for sale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not think I'd ever be<br>As slack as Jonas Handy;<br>Because I heard he sold his vote<br>For just three sticks of candy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when John Thomas Reeder brought<br>His wife some flour and meat,<br>And told he had sold his vote<br>For something good to eat,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You ought to seen Aunt Kitty raise,<br>And heard her blaze away;<br>She gave the meat and flour a toss,<br>And said they should not stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I should think he felt quite cheap<br>For voting the wrong side;<br>And when Aunt Kitty scolded him,<br>He just stood up and cried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the worst fooled man I ever saw,<br>Was when poor David Rand<br>Sold out for flour and sugar;<br>The sugar was mixed with sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll tell you how the thing got out;<br>His wife had company,<br>And she thought the sand was sugar,<br>And served it up for tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When David sipped and sipped the tea,<br>Somehow it didn't taste right;<br>I guess when he found he was sipping sand<br>He was mad enough to fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sugar looked so nice and white -<br>It was spread some inches deep -<br>But underneath was a lot of sand;<br>Such sugar is mighty cheap.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'd laughed to seen Lucinda Grange<br>Upon her husband's track;<br>When he sold his vote for rations<br>She made him take 'em back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day after day did Milly Green<br>Just follow after Joe,<br>And told him if he voted wrong<br>To take his rags and go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think that Samuel Johnson said<br>His side had won the day,<br>Had not we women radicals<br>Just got right in the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet I would not have you think<br>That all our men are shabby;<br>But 'tis said in every flock of sheep<br>There will be one that's scabby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've heard, before election came<br>They tried to buy John Slade;<br>But he gave them all to understand<br>That he wasn't in that trade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we've got lots of other men<br>Who rally round the cause,<br>And go for holding up the hands<br>That gave us equal laws,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who know their freedom cost too much<br>Of blood and pain and treasure,<br>For them to fool away their votes<br>For profit or for pleasure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a><div class=q>
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One bright and handsome boy;
But she fairly doted on him,
He was her pride and joy.

We all liked Mister Thomas,
He was so kind at heart;
And when the young folkes got in scrapes,
He always took their part.

He kept rig..."></div>
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