AMERICA[1]
THY children are inspired by thee:
Blest by thy gift of liberty,
They go to make the wretched free,
Mother-land!
They were indeed not sons of thine
Could they withhold that gift divine.
Of liberty thou art the shrine,
Mother-land!
Thy children glory in thy name;
They write it, as with words of flame,
In deeds that put thy foes to shame,
Mother-land!
In deeds of daring unforecast,
In deeds of valor unsurpassed,
In deeds that make thee known at last,
Mother-land!
Thy strength it was that made them strong;
Thy justice taught them hate of wrong;
They are of thee, to thee belong,
Mother-land!
Their lungs are filled with thy sweet breath;
Thy voice they hear, and what it saith;
They love thee, and they fear not death,
Mother-land!
- ↑ Before the war for the liberation of Cuba.