New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1899-01-25
"A Cuban's Suffering In
The'Late War.
What He Thinks About the American Expan-
sion Idea at the Present Time.

1 am most weak through hunger's might
And look upon the world tonight
With sense of one who hath felt death
4 Come near his soul and still leave BREATH
With quivering heart I see the shades
OF Natures sleep creep slowly DER
This bleeding isle, round where all taaes
AS though to rest for evermore.
One lingering glimmer Westward burns
So faint no simmer is below:
Methinks the watery bed it spurhs,
And wonders why it darkens so. n
Where is the moon2 the golden door
Where earth born spirits leave earth's
shore?
And where the peepholes angels love,
So wont to twinkle up above?
No light tonight: high heaven dreams;
How dark, mysterious, Nature seems.
The trees bend down and meekly weep
1 wonder when they'll fall asleep,
Forgetful Of their silent woe,
Forgetful of the tears that flow
The dewdrops pure, now all unseen
Because of nights oppressive screen
In sympathy, with spirit wings,
The lonely owls-poor gloomy things
Fly round about from hill to vale,
Der leafy bank, DER stock, DER rail
And BY the marsh they breathless sail,
Where firefies light the dismal way
AS if in scorn of cheersome day.
"Oo-uo,-oo-oo," watts low to ears;
10000, 10000" good cause for fears.
What is it fills my soul with dread?
Why sinks my heart like molten lead
At merely thus a transient grief
Within the air? upon the leaf!
Would have me tell? suffer SO:
l ne'er have had so deep woe;
IT'S many nights since, hungerless,
I've gone to rest in thankfullness,
And all love here on this earth
Are gone to me; rue my birth
"Oo-oo,-oo-oo," in shadows there;
10000, 10000" like mournful prayer.
The murky night grows w1erd and chill
And whispering breezes, never still,
That echo soft my heartchords' tune,
In unison with wave on dune,
Tell seabirds sad, that lowly wall
High DER poor Cuba's downy pale,
OF secrets dire entombed beneath
The moving blue where no man see'th.
o would my woe were ended now!
Would that too slept meath EARTH sbrow
The very winds can feel my pain
They know The cnoas in my brain
Give ear We merciful on high
Be good to me O let me de-
Three years have passed since Spain first
came
To strain her name in deepest shame
And Cuba fair is suffering so,
From want, and wounds of fire and sword
From pillage, lust, and lying lord,
Fen half weak man can never know.
All where, sweet isle, thy happj days?
How long to wait in JOY to praise?
And will you thus forever bleed?-
Forever fight and ne'er be freed?
The very ground bemoans "unjust"
O hearts of men are more than dust.
This cannot, shall not always be;
No man is man until he's free.
III,
/ had tender, loving wife,
Too good to know the thorns of life;
And meath the royal palms We dwelled.
Unconscious of tie woes withheld.
The golden caneiields slowly waved,
And howery meads, by waters laved
Their fragrance breathed IN listless way
AS token Of sweet Natures sway.
The distant woodland, shady, still,
The haunt,ef svlph, Of running rill,
Where melody devinest welled;
Where every heart in eladness swelled;
Oft wooed the maynard children there
Ah-here Iam-aud they-are where?
@ is itlstrange Tn desolate!
Thou knowest we'll my dreary fate
A night and home was wiped away )
IA night and we forgot to pray!-
The soldiers kicked us, drove us ON.
y NV curses for the hated don!
Whenmorning rose wescarce could speak
As bruised and bleeding, proud and weak,
/. We gazed upon the trocha's line,
Aud saw the heartless bayoHets shine.
A prison yard of deepest grief =
A filthy pen beyond belief. .-.
Starvation all around the place.
And vacancy in every face