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WARM TIMES COMING.
The following song was suggested to my mind in 1860, from three dreams that I had, two previous and one on the night that the Charleston Convention assembled for the purpose of destroying the Union.
I dreamed of a map peddler stopping at my house, and asked me if I wanted to buy a map of the United States. Immediately he spread the map on the floor before me, and when I looked at it, it was all red—alike. I said to the man, “I don't want it, it is all one color— all red. At this he took out his knife and cut the map in two from West to East, right in the middle. I awoke and told my family and a few friends that trouble was brewing, and the Union would be divided.
In a few months after this, I dreamed one night that I was in a strange, wild, wilderness country, on a high eminence, covered with heavy timber and thick underbrush. On the top of this eminence was a queer looking furnace with its boilers heated to their utmost endurance.
I looked behind me and saw a crooked, rail fence, about sixteen rails high. We all rushed for this monstrous fence, and clambered over it in great haste. As I mounted the top rail, I threw one leg over and looked back, and to my surprise, the under-brush had been cleared off as clean as though it never grew there. Then the furnace on the top of the hill began to shoot like cannon. Awfully frightened, we started for home. On our way we crossed a valley and to our left stood two armies, shooting at each other with cannon and small arms. We all stopped to gaze, and two of the cannon were turned toward us, and threw blazing balls, resembling cotton-balls saturated with turpentine I thought one of those blazing shot struck me on the shoulder. I threw off my coat and awoke. I told my friends that trouble was brewing. All the sympathy I would get was a light joke about Joseph.
During the session of the Charleston Convention,
This dream bore with great weight on my mind, and a voice seemed to sing in the air “O! there's warm times coming,” and I could not drive away the impression until I gave vent to my feelings in the following lines:
Warm times a coming,
O! there's warm times coming friends,
Wait a little longer.
The slaves will soon throw off their yoke,
And old America will smoke,
Old South Carolina may secede,
And be a State no longer,
'Twill only cause the South to bleed,
While freedom will grow stronger.
O! there's warm times coming.
Warm times coming,
Slave-holders soon will have to kneel,
Before the bright and glowing steel,
In the warm times coming.
And then the black man's chains will fall,
And gall his limbs no longer,
The whizzing of the musket ball
Will make him feel the stronger.
O! there's warm times coming.
Warm times coming,
For Right and Might are in the field,
And Right or Might has got to yield,
In the warm time coming.
The South has ruled the North so long,
She hates to yield the power,
But Freedom's host has got so strong—
They'll never shrink or cower.
O! there's warm times coming.
Warm times coming,
Have long been waiting for this day—
This warm time coming.
Democracy is dead at last—
She'll bear the sway no longer,
The masters arms are failing fast—
The slaves are growing stronger,
For the warm time is coming.
Warm times coming,
The victory will not be to man—
Jehovah God will lead the van!
In the warm times coming.
The hands that murdered old John Brown,
Will shortly be suspended;
And Wise will see God's mighty frown,
Before the war is ended,
For there's warm times coming.
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