Among the sick and wounded
This stricken soldier boy lay,
With glassy eye and shortened breath;
His life seemed slipping fast away.
My heart grew faint to see
His dark brown face so full of pain,
I wondered if the mother's eyes
Were looking for her boy in vain.
I bent to catch his feeble's
"I am so ill and far from home.
I feel so strange and lonely here;
You seem a friend, I'm glad you've come.
"I want to tell you how our
Went charging on the enemy.
'Twas when we climbed up Juan's hill;
And there we got the victory.
"The Spaniards poured a heavy
We met it with a right good will.
We saw the Seventy-first fall back,
And then our boys went up the hill.
"Yes, up the hill, and gained
Not one brave boy was seen to lag.
Old Glory o'er us floating free,
We'd gladly died for that old flag."
His dim eye brightened as
He seemed unconscious of his pain;
In fancy on the battlefield
He lived that victory o'er again.
And I; I seemed to grasp
The stalwart form, the dusky face
Of those black heroes, climbing up
To win fair glory for their race.
The Spaniards said that phalanx
To move like one black, solid wall;
They flung defiance back at Death,
And, answering to that thrilling call,
They fought for Cuban liberty.
On Juan's hill those bloody stains
Mark how these heroes won the day
And added honor to their names.
March on, dark sons of Afric's
Naught can be gained by standing still;
Retreat not, 'quit yourselves like men
And, like these heroes, climb the hill,
Till pride and prejudice
Till racial barriers are unknown.
Attain the heights where over all,
Equality shall sit enthroned.
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