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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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