TO THE CUBANS, UPON THE DEATH OF DR. KANE.
ALAS, we've read with grief the mournful story!
How truly touching is the record here
Of him who won the spotless wreath of glory,
Now resting calmly on the solemn bier.
With cypress boughs our stars and stripes they blended,
To robe his form and deck his funeral car;
They bowed their hearts, nor felt they condescended
While paying homage to our nation's star.
Ye noble sons, who watched his dying pillow
Until the brittle thread of life was riven,
Who watched the wave, the overwhelming billow
That bore his spirit up to yon bright heaven,
To you, who dwelt in that sweet isle of flowers,
Springing spontaneously from the virgin sod,
Where golden fruits bedeck the perfumed bowers
And all things whisper of a loving God,—
To you we'd sing; to you our songs are flowing,
For all appeals to which you did respond;
Now friendship's rays we'll keep united, glowing,—
'Twill cheer our pathway to the world beyond;
To you, most gracious Ecarrvaria, guiding
The reins of power how wisely and how well,
May loving hearts, 'neath your soft skies residing,
Embalm your deeds, and Spain's fair history tell.
How truly touching is the record here
Of him who won the spotless wreath of glory,
Now resting calmly on the solemn bier.
With cypress boughs our stars and stripes they blended,
To robe his form and deck his funeral car;
They bowed their hearts, nor felt they condescended
While paying homage to our nation's star.
Ye noble sons, who watched his dying pillow
Until the brittle thread of life was riven,
Who watched the wave, the overwhelming billow
That bore his spirit up to yon bright heaven,
To you, who dwelt in that sweet isle of flowers,
Springing spontaneously from the virgin sod,
Where golden fruits bedeck the perfumed bowers
And all things whisper of a loving God,—
To you we'd sing; to you our songs are flowing,
For all appeals to which you did respond;
Now friendship's rays we'll keep united, glowing,—
'Twill cheer our pathway to the world beyond;
To you, most gracious Ecarrvaria, guiding
The reins of power how wisely and how well,
May loving hearts, 'neath your soft skies residing,
Embalm your deeds, and Spain's fair history tell.
