To Richard R. Wright⁠—Instructor + 

Son of a race, whose dusky visage shows + 

The heel of fortune, those who walk unfree + 

Though cradled in the hold of liberty, + 

Whose shackled spirit every gamut knows + 

Of Hate’s cadenza, through whose warm blood flows + 

The royal ransom of love’s dynasty, + 

Scion of these, he strides to meet his foes. + 

Erect, unbending, note his sable brow, + 

The rugged furrows where deep feelings plough, + 

The step of vigor and the noble air, + 

The subtle halo of his wintry hair, + 

Up from the furnace of the Earth’s red sea + 

A man is fashioned for the years to be! + 