Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin

I.     Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar;     Their decks they are cleared for action, their guns they are shotted for war:     From the East to the West there is hurry, in the North and the South a peal     Of hammers in fort and shipyard, and the clamor and clang of steel;     And the roar and the rush of engines, and clanking of derrick and crane -     Thou art weighed in the Scales and found wanting, the balance of God, O Spain!     II.     Behold! I have stood on the mountains, and this was writ in the sky: -     "She is weighed in the Scales and found wanting, the balance God holds on high!"     The balance He once weighed Babylon, the Mother of Harlots, in:     One scale holds thy pride and thy power and empire, begotten of sin;     Heavy with woe and torture, the crimes of a thousand years,     Mortared and welded together with fire and blood and tears;     In the other, for justice and mercy, a blade with never a stain,     Is laid the Sword of Liberty, and the balance dips, O Spain!     III.     Summon thy vessels together! great is thy need for these! -     Cristobal Colon, Vizcaya, Oquendo, and Maria Terese -     Let them be strong and many, for a vision I had by night,     That the ancient wrongs thou hast done the world came howling to the fight;     From the New-World shores they gathered, Inca and Aztec slain,     To the Cuban shot but yesterday, and our own dead seamen, Spain!     IV.     Summon thy ships together, gather a mighty fleet!     For a strong young Nation is arming, that never hath known defeat.     Summon thy ships together, there on thy blood-stained sands!     For a shadowy army gathers with manacled feet and hands,     A shadowy host of sorrows and shames, too black to tell,     That reach, with their horrible wounds, for thee to drag thee down to Hell;     A myriad phantoms and spectres, thou warrest against in vain -     Thou art weighed in the Scales and found wanting, the balance of God, O Spain!