I dream ahead sometimes, an' I dream with my eyes open.

I've seen the horsemen ridin' in the night, an' I see 'em by the thousands ridin' over a hundred battle fields, their horses' hoofs treadin' on dead men." "Those are good men, brave and generous." "Oh, I don't mean them in partickler.

Not for a minute.

I mean a whole nation, strugglin' an' strugglin' an' swayin' an' swayin'.

I see things that people neither North nor South ain't dreamed of yet.