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Slavery in Cuba. A Report of the Proceedings of the Meeting, Held at the Cooper Institute. New York City, December 13, 1872.
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The strife for right that's only won
By the truly brave who no dangers shun,
To earn the fiat, 'tis well done,
Rest thou with peace in freedom's light.
No freedom's won through seas of gore,
And widows moan and orphans wail ;
Yet all these woes and countless more
Are nobly borne when foes assail
Man's sacred rights. Nor shot nor shell,
Nor cannons roar death's dreadful knell ;
Nor noble blood of him who fell
Can stay the right, it must prevail.
And now the Queen of the Spanish Main,
Our aid requires, aid of the free,
She longs to join the glad refrain
Four millions sung in sixty-three,
That shook the nation—aye, all earth ;
That waked mankind to freedom's birth
And echoes sent of freedom's worth
To the beautiful isle of the southern sea.
Ah, then oppression's seal was broke;
Then freedom dawned on Cuba's strand
Then freemen armed with right awoke
To battle wrong. An immortal band
All strong of heart, though of numbers few ;
Stern patriots, men who dared to do
With only one grand point in view,
To drive oppression from the land.
Then can we stand so tamely by
and see brave noble Cuba bleed,
Or can freedom newly born thus die
To satisfy foul Spanish greed ;
Has the stain that dimmed Columbia's sheen
Forgotten been with memories green,
Ah! none can thus manhood demean ;
Her cause is ours. She must be freed.
By four long years of bitter strife,
By noble deeds, by pain and woe,
By sacrifice of home and life,
By cruelties of a treacherous foe,
By blood of murdered youth. By all
The miseries that to man can tell
She speaks, and we must heed the call,
And give the aid we can bestow.
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