  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 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. 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!
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