From “The Southland’s Charms and Freedom’s Magnitude” (25)

                                                       25

Let stars of rank for all our heroes shine;
         A valiant land should hail them all with pride. 
Where deeds of valor thrilled the shell-raked line.
         The Negro stood with Saxon side by side, 
And face to face, Yea, where it was divine
         To die for country, there the Negro died. 
So let there be an end forever hence 
To that race-hate which sickens common sense.