Exulting! For, though dark the night April 22, 1898. - London Chronicle. 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. 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, 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 -- 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 The cup she mixed of misery Shall by herself be drained. If with a hand unclean We wrongly draw the sword, To make our cause abhorred. Let other nations sneer; 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; |