. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . even the dead Have shaken thrones and Things before,—Have moulded men who moulded lead, And shot it through a thousand shieldsOf despots to their thousand hearts,Despite their cells and felon-carts, Their guillotines, and battle fields,—Yea, spite of war and all her arts ! And words may do what words have done,Ay, words as weak as mine are weak :Though, should but now the elder speak, I need not, for to-morrows sun Might seek a slave,—and vainly seek ! 12 DEFEATED OFT. Defeated oft,—defeated still!All holy is the patriots cause :All holy is the sword he dr
. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . even the dead Have shaken thrones and Things before,—Have moulded men who moulded lead, And shot it through a thousand shieldsOf despots to their thousand hearts,Despite their cells and felon-carts, Their guillotines, and battle fields,—Yea, spite of war and all her arts ! And words may do what words have done,Ay, words as weak as mine are weak :Though, should but now the elder speak, I need not, for to-morrows sun Might seek a slave,—and vainly seek ! 12 DEFEATED OFT. Defeated oft,—defeated still!All holy is the patriots cause :All holy is the sword he draws: All holy Natures Sinai-hill From which alone he takes his laws. Weep not for those who died to-day—The brave who take their latest rest!They slumber on their mothers breastTheir glory, mortal yesterday, To-day immortal stands confest. Not even their blood is shed in vain ;—In fertile soil still falls such seed ;And from each drop that heroes bleed A thousand heroes spring again,—Each drop a Cadmus-tooth, indeed. 13. COLUMBIA vs. FREEDOM* Go, vaunt Columbias glory, ye Who cower beneath the glance of SpainAdmit that Freedoms war is vain : Admit tis vulgar to be free,And better far to hug a chain ! Unworthy sons of worthy siresGo to your senate-halls, and tellThe world that tyranny is well. Albeit it quench fair Freedoms firesAnd make the earth a very hell! To their dishonor be it said, many of the American newspapers wrote asAmerican statesmen (sic!) spolve against the Cubans in their magnificent struggletor Liberty. Talis liberorum virtus ! H Columbia vs. Freedom. Then gaze where Caribbean wavesLoll calm on desecrated sands;Where Freedom cheers her weary bands Where heroes dig heroic gravesWith their own hero-hands. Then turn again, and, if you that Spain is in the right:Pronounce his fight a holy fight: Pronounce the Cuban cause a snare :Tell earth there is no right but might ! ^^^^Q^frS^
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