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Exulting! For, though dark the night
And sinister with scud and rack,
The hour that brings us back to back
But harbingers the larger light.

April 22, 1898.

- London Chronicle.

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Eight against the fleet and forts, – A brook against a sea!

But Santiago's door is shut

And Hobson turned the key!

Moon behind a cloud-bank,

Fickle Cuban sky, Hobson and his seven tars

Steaming boldly by ! Phillips, Murphy, Deignan,

Clausen and Charette, Montagu and Kelly,

Not a man forget! — CHO.

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Hobson's heart the guide, Swung the bulky collier

Hinged upon the tide. Growled the guns of Spaniards,

Growled from either shore;

But, his sea legs keeping,

Hobson hung his door! — CHO.

Soon shall legions thunder,
Cannoned mountains rock,

And that door swing open

Wide at Freedom's knock!

High at Santiago

Rear a column then,

Bidding Time remember

Hobson and his men !- CHO.

-Edward F. Burns.

PRAYER FOR THE NATION.

Prayer for the nation.

WUDGE of the earth, to whom

JUDGE

The secret things are known,

Lo, in this hour of gloom,

We come before thy throne.

The knees of Freedom's sons are bent

To none, O Lord, but thee; Before thy altar we present Our motive and our plea.

Thou knowest all the cause,

The crime and insult both, Long have we taken pause, And even now are loth

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To strike the blow, yet Honor calls, Her summons we obey;

Fit mate were he for knaves and thralls Who yet would urge delay.

Not for ourselves we try

The final test of war,

A tortured people cry

For succor from afar;

Before the bar of Liberty
Stands Tyranny arraigned:

The cup she mixed of misery

Shall by herself be drained.

If with a hand unclean

We wrongly draw the sword,
We pray thee intervene

To make our cause abhorred.
We would not dim a history
In honor clear begun.
We crave, O Lord, no victory
That is not justly won.

Let other nations sneer;
Accountable alone

To thee, O Lord, we fear

No censure save thine own. The Powers of earth are in thy sight A pageant and a dream; Thou ever art of Truth and Right The arbiter supreme.

The trumpet calls us forth;
The fateful guns are trained;
Oh, may we prove our worth,
Our honor keep unstained!

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