Maceo. 79

In the new era of your life, Bring love for hate, and peace for strife; Upon your hearts this vow record That ye will build unto the Lord A nobler future, true and grand, To strengthen, crown and bless the land. A higher freedom ye may gain Than that which comes from a riven chain; Freedom your native land to bless With peace, and love and righteousness, As dreams that are past, a tale all told, Are the days when men were bought and sold; Now God be praised from sea to sea, Our flag floats o'er a country free.

MACEO.

Maceo dead! a thrill of sorrow Through our hearts in sadness ran When we felt in one sad hour That the world had lost a man.

He had clasped unto his bosom The sad fortunes of his land-- Held the cause for which he perished With a firm, unfaltering hand.

80 MACEO.

On his lips the name of freedom Fainted with his latest breath. Cuba Libre was his watchword Passing through the gates of death.

With the light of God around us, Why this agony and strife? With the cross of Christ before us, Why this fearful waste of life?

Must the pathway unto freedom Ever mark a crimson line, And the eyes of wayward mortals Always close to light divine?

Must the hearts of fearless valor Fail 'mid crime and cruel wrong, When the world has read of heroes Brave and earnest, true and strong?

Men to stay the floods of sorrow Sweeping round each war-crushed heart; Men to say to strife and carnage-- From our world henceforth depart.

God of peace and God of nations, Haste! oh, haste the glorious day