. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . soil they have freed is their winding sheet, pillow,—Their sepulchre, monument, glory and throne! 17 TIS DONE ! Tis done ! The sword that flashed in airAt Freedoms bidding, shattered Hes :The wing that brushed so late the skies Is palsied all, and in despairThe eagle falls and darkly dies. Tis done ! The stubborn head is bent,And paralyzed the rebel heart:And might hath been the magic art That hath accomplished the eventAnd winged the subtly poisoned dart. Tis done ! The fratricidal strife Hath given to Cuba naught of gain,—She bends submissive knee to Spa
. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . soil they have freed is their winding sheet, pillow,—Their sepulchre, monument, glory and throne! 17 TIS DONE ! Tis done ! The sword that flashed in airAt Freedoms bidding, shattered Hes :The wing that brushed so late the skies Is palsied all, and in despairThe eagle falls and darkly dies. Tis done ! The stubborn head is bent,And paralyzed the rebel heart:And might hath been the magic art That hath accomplished the eventAnd winged the subtly poisoned dart. Tis done ! The fratricidal strife Hath given to Cuba naught of gain,—She bends submissive knee to Spain : This battle to the very knifeIs but a battle fought in vain. i8 Tis Done ! Tis done ! The Spaniard stands at length,The victors laurel on his brow :The heart which scorned so long to bow Is bowed at length by tyrant strength,Is bowed,—and all is over now. Tis done ! The spirit that inspiredMy earlier visions all is fled :The dreams on which my fancy fed Dead as the beacon Freedom fired,Aye, dead—and with your hero-dead !. 19 TAKE HEART! Take heart! They never vainly waitWho wait to see redress of wrong :An age, though seemingly so long, Is nought in time ; and soon or lateYour land shall take her place among The nations of the earth : for RightAnd Honor yet shall set her free:Her air, though tainted now, shall be As pure as yonder holy light That smiles upon your southern sea ! Take heart! A happier day awaitsYour weary, battling, bleeding isle,—A happier day, when Peace shall smile On all that is within your gates,And war shall rest himself a while. For noble deeds must bear this fruit :And holy Freedom yet shall standWithin each despot-ridden land, The chain of slavery neath her foot—The star of Promise in her hand ! 20
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