Ye plains of Ind, rejoice At Love’s sweet-sounding voice! Ye heights of Himalay Gleam bright for joy to-day! The truth to Buddha sent New lights the Orient, Presaging all men good: “There is no caste in blood.” VIVA LA GUERRA. April 23, 1898. Viva la Guerra! That is Spain’s cry; This our reply: Viva la Guerra! Saber clash saber! Scath visit scath! Wrath answer wrath! Saber clash saber. Army front army! People or crown, Which shall go down? Army face army. Navy meet navy, Strong versus strong; Right against wrong; Navy dares navy. Cannon to cannon, Powder and ball! God over all! Cannon to cannon. Viva la Guerra! Mars against Thor! Beautiful War! Viva la Guerra! BATTLE CRY. May 1, 1898. The loud drums are rolling, the mad trumpets blow! To battle! the war is begun and we go To humble the pride of an arrogant foe! _The ensign and standard which wave for the Crown Of Castile and Aragon--trample them down! Granada and Leon and haughty Navarre Shall lower their banner to Cuba’s lone star!_ Now under Old Glory, the Blue and the Gray United march shoulder to shoulder away, To meet the Hidalgos in furious fray. With musket and haversack ready are we To tramp the globe over, to sweep every sea, From isles of dead Philip to Florida’s Key. We think of the Maine and our hot bosoms swell With rage of love’s sorrow, which vengeance must quell, And then we are ready to storm gates of Hell. Our flag streams aloft by the tempest unfurled! We strike for a Continent;--nay, for the World! Mene, Tekel, Upharsin! the thunder is hurled! _The ensign and standard which wave for the Crown Of Castile and Aragon--trample them down! Granada and Leon and haughty Navarre Shall lower their banner to Cuba’s lone star!_ EL EMPLAZADO. El Emplazado, the Summoned, the Doomed One, Spain whom the nations denounce and abhor, Robe thy dismay in the black sanbenito, Come to the frowning tribunal of war. Curst were thy minions, their roster and scutcheon, Alvas, Alfonsos, archarchons of hate; Pillared on bigotry, pride, and extortion, Topples to ruin thy mansion of state. Violence, Cruelty, Intrigue, and Treason, These the false courtiers who flattered thy throne; Empires, thy sisters, forbode thee disaster, Even thy children their mother disown. Suppliant Cuba, thy daughter forsaken, Famished and bleeding and buffeted sore, Ghastly from gashes and stabs of thy rancor, Binds up her wounds at an alien door.