CUBA LIBRE.(Tune: Maryland, My Maryland.)
The work is wrought; the cannon’s roarOn sea or land is heard no more;The battle’s rage and tumult ceaseIn 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 shoreResounds 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 renownTheir 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!
The work is wrought; the cannon’s roarOn sea or land is heard no more;The battle’s rage and tumult ceaseIn 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 shoreResounds 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 renownTheir 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!
The work is wrought; the cannon’s roarOn sea or land is heard no more;The battle’s rage and tumult ceaseIn 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!
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 shoreResounds 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.
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 renownTheir 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!
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!