To Spain—a Last Word

Iberian! palter no more! By thine hands, thine alone, they were slain!
Oh, 't was a deed in the dark—
Yet mark!
We will show you a way—only one—by which ye may blot out the stain!

Build them a monument whom to death-sleep, in their sleep, ye betrayed!
Proud and stern let it be—
Cuba free!
So, only, the stain shall be razed—so, only, the great debt be paid!
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