We dwelt apart content,—self-center’d and serene,—
The Old World’s wonder and the Ages’ dream.
When suddenly a cry from out the surging deep
We fondly deemed the guardian of our peace:—
A wail of anguish sore from breaking hearts that weep
Sweet Freedom’s doom and savage Wrong’s release.
Deep calling unto deep! the Island’s bitter cry
Awakes the Continent to sleep no more:—
Heart ever answers heart:—America’s reply
Is Santiago’s world-resounding shore.