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To mansions in the skies, I’ll bid farewell to every fear And wipe my weeping eyes. “Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled Then I can smile at Satan’s rage And face a frowning world. “Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall, May I but safely reach my home, My God, my Heaven, my All." “So ho!” said Legree to himself, “he thinks so, does he? How I hate these cursed Methodist hymns! Here, you nigger,” said he, coming suddenly out upon Tom, and raising his riding-whip, “how dare you be gettin’ up this yer row, when you ought to be in bed? Shut yer old black gash, and get along in with you!” “Yes, Mas’r,” said Tom, with ready cheerfulness, as he rose to go in. Legree was provoked beyond measure by Tom’s evident happiness; and, rid- ing up to him, belabored him over his head and shoulders. “There, you dog,” he said, “see if you’ll feel so comfortable, after that! |
