XXI.
A Psalm of Gladness.--The Veto of the Civil Rights Bill, and other
Matters, occasioning a Feeling of Thankfulness in the Minds of the
Democracy.
CONFEDRIT x ROADS
(wich is in the Stait uv Kentucky),
May 1, 1866.
I am a canary, a nightengale. A lark, am I.
I raise my voice in song. I pour forth melojus notes.
I am a lamb, wich frisketh, and waggeth his tale, and leapeth, ez he
nippeth the tender grass. I am a colt, wich kicketh up its heels
exuberantly.
I am a bridegroom, wich cometh from his bride in the mornin feelin
releeved in the knowledge that she wore not palpitators, nor false
calves, nor nothin false, afore she wuz hizn.
I am a steamboat captin with a full load, a doggry keeper on a Saturday
nite, a sportin man with four aces in his hand.
All these am I, and more.
For we sought to establish ourselves upon a rock, but found that the
underpinnin wuz gone out uv it.
Even slavery wuz our strong place, and our hope; but the corners hed bin
knocked out uv it.
The sons uv Belial hed gone forth agin it. Massachusetts hed assailed
it, and the North West hed drawd its bow agin it.
Wendell Phillips hed pecked out wun stun, Garret Smith another; and the
soljers hed completed what they hed begun.
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