No more opposed in deadly strife, Sleep on, brave hearts, and take your rest, Your pure and priceless legacy. One flag, one country, and one God. STRIKE THE BLOW. Strike the Blow. HE four-way winds of the world have blown, THE And the ships have ta'en the wave; The legions march to the trumps' shrill call 'Neath the flag of the free and brave. The hounds of the sea Have trailed the foe, They have trailed and tracked him down, Then wait no longer, but strike, O land, With the dauntless strength of thy strong right hand, Strike the blow! The armored fleets, with their grinning guns, Have the Spaniard in his lair; They have tracked him down where the ramparts frown, And they'll halt and hold him there. They have steamed in his wake, They have seen him go, They have bottled and corked him up; Then send him home to the underfoam, Till the wide sea shakes to the far blue dome; Strike the blow! The Cuban dead and the dying call, The children starved in the light In their hour of woe Are calling, land, on thee; Then why delay in thy dauntless sway? They have ta'en the winds of the Carib seas, Their ribs of steel have yearned to reel In the dance of the cannoneer. Thy sons of the blue That wait to go Would leap with a will to the charge, Then send them the word so long deferred; They have listened late, but they have not heard; Strike the blow! They have listened late in the desolate land, STRIKE THE BLOW. On, on to the end, O land, the foe Beneath thy sword shall fall, Thy ships of steel have tracked them home, Ye are king of the land and king of the foam, Strike the blow! -F. McK. Hold Dot Sort, for De Vos Coming. AUL in der plank, full speed ahead, HA Undt so dose shteamers sailed avay, Say, den a chill vos in mein plood, Mit swords undt peestols, undt mit guns, |