Part 7

Thou first taught man the mystic sciences probe, To scan earth's apex, median, and base; Thou, too, inscribed the belt around the globe, And made deep tracings on its hoary face. Well fixed each angle, arc, and line in place, Then soared thou far into the "milky way," Far in the bright, celestial span of space, Where orbs and planets all their homage pay Unto the sun, the ever reigning "King of Day."

Once in great splendor did thy Pharaohs rule In Egypt, with her glory flown of yore; They laid foundations of the mundane school, And taught the art of governmental lore. And then from thy great military store Thou sent the gallant Hannibal to war, Taught Romans tactics never known before, And filled their hearts with ever-cowering awe, And bowed their haughty heads to thy majestic law.

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But in this age is writ another story; Then pen of arrogant, vain Caucasian sage, Has thee full robbed of thy immortal glory, And smeared thy name on History's sacred page! Forsooth, the Book, once closed for many an age, Is opened by thy sons--though fraught with pain-- The curtain's drawn; they rise upon the stage; And their valiant deeds and blood shall wash the stain As clean as April showers wash the dusty plain.

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I sing now of thy heroes of today, Thy sturdy warriors and thy gallant knights, Who charge into the thickest of the fray, And die for country and their free-born rights,-- For orphans, widows and their little mites. Thus, Attucks brave, without a moment's pause, (While reeled the Nation in her darkest plights) Full bared his breast in Freedom's holy cause, First fell and tore the code of Tyranny's cruel laws!

Now, if my lay is yet not sweet enough, I'll bid a gentler, subtler strain awake, And sing of fights with Jackson on the Gulf And Perry's hard-fought battle on the Lake! Of fights in fen and moor and hoary brake, On Lookout Mountain and the rolling main-- Through searing blasts of bleak December's flake, And drenching torrents of fair April's rain: Their valiant deeds are springing ever up amain!

They fought, the Union from State's Rights to free; At Vicksburg, Wagner, and Port Hudson lent Their aid; their deeds at Pillow and Olustee Rose surge on surge like ocean billows rent! The praises of the gallant Ninth and Tenth Will ever rise and soft float to the sky-- They bagged Old Bull in Rocky Mountain tent; Then stormed the Spanish block-housed Hills on high, And bade the tyrant Spaniard's heaving heart to die!

"High time, my Haitian islet must be free!" Great Touissant thus his declaration tacks; Then drives proud Frenchmen into the yawning sea-- "The bravest whites, by bravest of the blacks." Brave Maceo pursues the Spanish packs, And Aguinaldo, in the mountain wilds, Pours shot and shell into the tyrants' backs-- They save her throne and Freedom on them smiles, True heroes, and the Fathers of their sunlit Isles!

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Thy sons have triumphed in the Halls of State; Hamilton and Douglas were the first to gain, With lightning eye and tongue of thunder great, The civic lead of thy illustrious train. Next Bruce and Revels, senatorial twain; John Lynch and Small emit a brilliant light, And Langston, Pinchback, Cheatham all remain; With Dancy, Vernon, Anderson, and White, Liang Williams, Lyons, Terrell stand for "Civic Right."

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In science's realm with Banneker we start, Then read on Medicae's emblazoned wall: "Dan Williams here first stitched the human heart!" Close by the names of Curtis, Boyd, and Hall. But others list'd and heard Invention's call, In all its sweetness of the days of yore, And Woods, the greatest foreman of them all, Shouts on his voyage with Black and Baltimore: "We come! we come! good Dame, thy region to explore!"

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"I, too," said 'Monia Lewis, "can make a man!" Then mould' his form with most artistic ease-- But all aeolian strains Blind Tom could scan, And play as softly as the South Sea breeze Upon his major and his minor keys! Good Douglas gently wakes the violin's song, And White leads home the zephyrs from the seas; While Coleridge-Taylor with an art more strong Full finds the key-note of Dame Nature's vesper song!

If shady nooks in Poesy's realm they choose, Or barks to drift the smooth, prosaic stream, There Phillis held communion with the Muse, And Chesnutt woke the "Colonel" from his dream! Max Barber, Thompson, Knox and Fortune beam; Great Braithwaite scales the classic mountain heights, And Cooper, like a beacon light, will gleam; While Dunbar, sun-like, sheds his holy lights In dazzling splendor on his solar satellites!

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These brilliant names shall never fade away: Emblazoned in the sacred Hall of Fame, They shall remain till dawns that direful Day, The valid seal beneath thy sacred name. Deft Tanner, artist, ever blazing flame, With Pickens, Bruce and Locke of classic dell, Old Truth and Harper, Yates and Ruffin came, And Walker, Terrell, Williams, known so well Long ere Marie had taught the hoary world to spell!

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The learned Scarborough writes the classic Greek; Dean Miller thinks in calculations cold; While Cogman writes the annals of the meek, DuBois reveals the secrets of the Soul! But all shall read in letters gilded gold: "Who teaches head and heart and hands, has won The priceless boon, the guerdon of the goal, The portion due thy most illustrious son, Tuskegee's seer and sage, the noble Washington!"

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Thy songs inspire and cheer the human soul, Still plodding forth in search of Beulah's vale; Lead wondering lambs into the Master's fold, When Flora Burgeon's notes far float the gale! Though Patti Brown we loud applaud and hail, And Hackley's voice is heard in every land,-- Black Patti is the queenly nightingale That leads the chorus, as they singing stand As Miriam stood, to sing thee to the "Promised Land!"

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I see the Prophet's mandate to the land, In golden letters glit'ring in the sky: "Fair Ethiopia shall stretch forth her hand, Her sons shall sway the earth long ere they die!" As swift as lightnings with the storm-clouds fly, To light the path celestial feet have trod: So be thy soaring to the realms on high, When mortal feet no more shall tread this sod, And thy holy spirit wings its homeward flight to God!

TO J. S. B.

On seeing her December 25th, 1904, after two years' travel.

Take, fair maid, these simple lines From my pen; Think of strollings 'neath the pines, Which have been-- Long and lonesome were the days We were apart, But may Love, now, have her sways,-- Bind heart to heart! O'er main to isle and back to land Have I been; Beheld on either hand A maiden queen: But none with captivating charms Like thine; None to nestle in her arms, Love of mine! Charms unto thee God gave To banish strife; To glorify and save One sweet life-- Take this, dear, before we part From this bliss; 'Tis but love flowing from my heart, Thine to kiss!

THE MAYOR'S RING