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THE GATHERING
by Swett, Herbert B.

We are coming, Cuba,—coming; our starry banner shines
Above the swarming legions, sweeping downward to the sea.
From Northern hill, and Western plain, and towering Southern pines
The serried hosts are gathering,—and Cuba shall be free.
We are coming, Cuba,—coming. Thy sturdy patriots brave,
Who fight as fought our fathers in the old time long ago,
Shall see the Spanish squadrons sink beneath the whelming wave,
And plant their own loved banner on the ramparts of their foe.
We are coming, Cuba,—coming. Across the billow's foam
Our gallant ships are bearing our bravest down to thee,
While earnest prayers are rising from every freeman's home
That freedom's God may lead them on, and Cuba shall be free.
Herbert B. Swett.

Source: Project Gutenberg

Source: Project Gutenberg