Then he said to me, “Poor Chloe, The way is open wide:” And he told me of the Saviour, And the fountain in His side. Then he said “Just take your burden To the blessed Master’s feet; I takes all my troubles, Chloe, Right unto the mercy-seat.” His words waked up my courage, And I began to pray, And I felt my heavy burden Rolling like a stone away. And a something seemed to tell me, You will see your boys again— And that hope was like a poultice Spread upon a dreadful pain. And it often seemed to whisper, Chloe, trust and never fear; You’ll get justice in the kingdom, If you do not get it here. THE DELIVERANCE. Master only left old Mistus 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 folks got in scrapes, He always took their part. He kept right on that very way Till he got big and tall, And old Mistus used to chide him, And say he’d spile us all. But somehow the farm did prosper When he took things in hand; And though all the servants liked him, He made them understand. One evening Mister Thomas said, “Just bring my easy shoes: I am going to sit by mother, And read her up the news.” Soon I heard him tell old Mistus “We’re bound to have a fight; But we’ll whip the Yankees, mother, We’ll whip them sure as night!” Then I saw old Mistus tremble; She gasped and held her breath; And she looked on Mister Thomas With a face as pale as death. “They are firing on Fort Sumpter; Oh! I wish that I was there!— Why, dear mother! what’s the matter? You’re the picture of despair.” “I was thinking, dearest Thomas, ’Twould break my very heart If a fierce and dreadful battle Should tear our lives apart.” “None but cowards, dearest mother, Would skulk unto the rear, When the tyrant’s hand is shaking, All the heart is holding dear.”