Cuba

Isle of a summer sea,
Fragrant with Eden's flowers,
God meant thee to be free,
And wills thee to be ours!

The blood of generous hearts
Has freely drenched thy soil;
That blood but strength imparts,
Which tyrants cannot foil!

Within thy fair retreat,
'Mid victory and flame,
Thy sons shall yet repeat
Huzzas in Freedom's name!

Yet, where his ashes rest,
Whose eye revealed a world,
From towers and mountain crest,
Our flag shall be unfurled!

In truth, it is but just,
That Freedom's hand should hold,
Confided to her trust,
The key to lands of gold!