I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything. The sun came up like gold through the trees, and I felt like I was in heaven.

Lord, I'm going to hold steady on to You and You've got to see me through.

I think there's many a slaveholder'll get to Heaven. They don't know better. They acts up to the light they have.

I said to de Lord, 'I'm goin' to hold steady on to you, an' I know you'll see me through.'

I grew up like a neglected weed - ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.

In my dreams and visions, I seemed to see a line, and on the other side of that line were green fields, and lovely flowers, and beautiful white ladies, who stretched out their arms to me over the line, but I couldn't reach them no-how. I always fell before I got to the line.