Let Me Go, Let Me Go.

The Door That Nobody Else Will Go In At, Seems Always To Swing Open Widely For Me.

Oh Northern Mothers Wives And Sisters, All Unconscious Of The Hour, Would To Heaven That I Could Bear For You The Concentrated Woe Which Is So Soon To Follow, Would That Christ Would Teach My Soul A Prayer That Would Plead To The Father For Grace Sufficient For You, God Pity And Strengthen You Every One.

What Could I Do But Go With Them Civil War Soldiers, Or Work For Them And My Country? The Patriot Blood Of My Father Was Warm In My Veins.

This Conflict Is One Thing I've Been Waiting For. I'm Well And Strong And Young - Young Enough To Go To The Front. If I Can't Be A Soldier, I'll Help Soldiers.

Others Are Writing My Biography, And Let It Rest As They Elect To Make It. I Have Lived My Life, Well And Ill, Always Less Well Than I Wanted It To Be But It Is, As It Is, And As It Has Been; So Small A Thing, To Have Had So Much About It!