Cuba Libre

The work is wrought; the cannon’s roar
On sea or land is heard no more;
The battle’s rage and tumult cease
In songs of victory and peace.
The Heaven-appointed task is done;
The cause for which we fought is won;
And Cuba Libre, fairest gem,
Is set in Freedom’s diadem!

Havana’s waters, blue and broad,
Reflect the righteousness of God;
And Santiago’s wreck-strewn shore
Resounds His praise for evermore.
The islands of the sea rejoice;
The floods lift up their mighty voice;
From shore to shore the anthems rise,—
A nation’s grateful sacrifice.

Long as the stars shall shine o’erhead,
In deathless fame shall live the dead;
Their country’s glory and renown
Their fadeless, everlasting crown.
The morning breaks! the shadows flee!
Christ’s kingdom comes on land and sea:—
The rule of love, the reign of good,—
The whole round world one brotherhood!