In days long ago when the skies hung like midnight,
And curtained the hopes of a race bound in chains,
Thy fame-titled namesake with far-reaching insight
Moved manfully northward to Freedom's domains.
So, too, may this offspring of light-giving glory
Shed good cheer and hope to its long-mantled race,
That oncoming ages may cherish the story
And sing of the fathers who gave thee thy place.
Published in Wings of Ebony, 1904