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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Color Sergeant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(On an Incident at the Battle of San Juan Hill)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Under a burning tropic sun,<br>With comrades around him lying,<br>A trooper of the sable Tenth<br>Lay wounded, bleeding, dying.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">First in the charge up the fort-crowned hill,<br>His company's guidon bearing,<br>He had rushed where the leaden hail fell fast,<br>Not death nor danger fearing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He fell in the front where the fight grew fierce,<br>Still faithful in life's last labor;<br>Black though his skin, yet his heart as true<br>As the steel of his blood-stained saber<br>.<br>And while the battle around him rolled,<br>Like the roar of a sullen breaker,<br>He closed his eyes on the bloody scene,<br>And presented arms to his Maker.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416463" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There he lay, without honor or rank,<br>But, still, in a grim-like beauty;<br>Despised of men for his humble race,<br>Yet true, in death, to his duty.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Weldon+Johnson">James Weldon Johnson</a></strong></div>