Young mars'r en young
mistis standin' dar 'spectful. Dey knows dat ef de gret Linkum yere
hissef, Linkum's Lawd en Mars'r yere befo' 'im. Let us all gib our
'tention ter 'Im who's brung 'liverance ter Israel at las'. We gwine
troo de Red Sea ob wah now en des whar de promis' lan' is we got ter
fin' out, but we hab tu'ned our backs on ole Egypt en we ain' gwine
back no mo'. Brudren en sistas, you'se yeard a Gospil, a good news,
dis eb'nin' sho. You'se yeard you free, bress de Lawd! I'se been
waitin' fer dis news mo' yeahs den I kin reckermember, but dey's
come 'fo' my ole haid's under de sod. Hit's all right dat we is glad
en sing aloud for joy, but we orter rejice wid trem'lin'. De
'sponsibil'ties ob freedom is des tremenjus. Wat you gwine ter do
wid freedom? Does you tink you kin git lazy en thievin' en drunken?
Is dere any sech foolishness yere? Will eny man or ooman call
deysefs free w'en dey's slabes ter some mean, nasty vice? Sech folks
al'ays be slabes, en dey orter be slabes ter a man wid a big whip.
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