Sonnet to Negro Soldiers
They shall go down unto Life's Borderland, Walk unafraid within that Living Hell, Nor heed the driving rain of shot and shellThat 'round them falls; but with uplifted hand,Be one with mighty hosts, an armed band Against man's wrong to man—for such full well They know. And from their trembling lips shall swellA song of hope the world can understand.All this to them shall be a glorious sign, A glimmer of that resurrection morn,When age-long Faith, crowned with a grace benign, Shall rise and from their brows cast down the thornOf prejudice. E'en though through blood it be,There breaks this day their dawn of Liberty.
