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THE ARGUMENT	A
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Pizarro takes possession of Cuzco the fanaticism of Valverde a Spanish priest its dreadful effects A Peruvian priest put to the torture his daughter's distress he is rescued by Las Casas an amiable Spanish ecclesiastic and led to a place of safety where he dies his daughter's narration of her sufferings her death	B
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PERU	C
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CANTO THE THIRD	D
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Now stern Pizarro seeks the distant plains	E
Where beauteous Cusco lifts her golden fanes	E
The meek Peruvians gaz'd in pale dismay	F
Nor barr'd the dark oppressor's sanguine way	F
And soon on Cusco where the dawning light	G
Of glory shone foretelling day more bright	G
Where the young arts had shed unfolding flowers	E
A scene of spreading desolation lowers	E
While buried deep in everlasting shade	H
Those lustres sicken and those blossoms fade	H
And yet devoted land not gold alone	I
Or wild ambition wak'd thy parting groan	I
For lo a fiercer fiend with joy elate	J
Feasts on thy suff'rings and impels thy fate	J
Fanatic fury rears her sullen shrine	K
Where vultures prey where venom'd adders twine	K
Her savage arm with purple torrents stains	E
Thy rocking temples and thy falling fanes	E
Her blazing torches flash the mounting fire	L
She grasps the sabre and she lights the pyre	L
Her voice is thunder rending the still air	M
Her glance the livid light'ning's fatal glare	M
Her lips unhallow'd breathe their impious strain	N
And pure religion's sacred voice profane	N
Whose precepts pity's mildest deeds approve	O
Whose law is mercy and whose soul is love	P
Fanatic fury wakes the rising storm	Q
She wears the stern Valverda's hideous form	Q
His bosom never felt another's woes	E
No shriek of anguish breaks its dark repose	E
The temple nods an aged form appears	E
He beats his breast he rends his silver hairs	E
Valverda drags him from the blest abode	R
Where his meek spirit humbly sought its God	S
See to his aid his child soft Zilia springs	E
And steeps in tears the robe to which she clings	E
Till bursting from Peruvia's frighted throng	T
Two warlike youths impetuous rush'd along	T
One grasp'd his twanging bow with furious air	M
While in his troubled eye sat fierce despair	M
But all in vain his erring weapon flies	E
Pierc'd by a thousand wounds on earth he lies	E
His drooping head the heart struck Zilia rais'd	U
And on the youth in speechless anguish gaz'd	U
While he who fondly shar'd his danger flew	C
And from his breast a reeking sabre drew	C
Deep in my faithful bosom let me hide	V
The fatal steel that would our souls divide	V
He quick exclaims the dying warrior cries	E
Ah yet forbear by all the sacred ties	E
That bind our hearts forbear In vain he spoke	W
Friendship with frantic zeal impels the stroke	W
Thyself for ever lost thou hop'st in vain	N
The youth replied my spirit to detain	N
From thee my soul in childhood's earliest year	X
Caught the light pleasure and the starting tear	M
Thy friendship then my young affections blest	Y
The first pure passion of my infant breast	Y
That passion which o'er life delight has shed	Z
By reason cherish'd and by virtue fed	Z
And still in death I feel its strong controul	C
Its sacred impulse wings my fleeting soul	C
That only lingers here till thou depart	A2
Whose image lives upon my fainting heart	A2
In vain the gen'rous youth with panting breath	B
Pour'd these lost murmurs in the ear of death	B
He reads the fatal truth in Zilia's eye	B2
And gives to friendship his expiring sigh	B2
But now with rage Valverda's glances roll	C
And mark the vengeance rankling in his soul	C
He bends his wrinkled brow his lips impart	A2
The brooding purpose of his venom'd heart	A2
He bids the hoary priest in mutter'd strains	E
Abjure his faith forsake his falling fanes	E
While yet the ling'ring pangs of torture wait	J
While yet Valverda's power suspends his fate	J
Vain man the victim cried to hoary years	E
Know death is mild and virtue feels no fears	E
Cruel of spirit come let tortures prove	O
The Power I serv'd in life in death I love	P
He ceas'd with rugged cords his limbs they bound	C2
And drag the aged suff'rer on the ground	C2
They grasp his feeble form his tresses tear	M
His robe they rend his shrivell'd bosom bare	M
Ah see his uncomplaining soul sustain	N
The sting of insult and the dart of pain	N
His stedfast spirit feels one pang alone	I
A child's despair awakes one suff'ring groan	I
The mourner kneels to catch his parting breath	B
To sooth the agony of ling'ring death	B
No moan she breath'd no tear had power to flow	C
Still on her lip expir'd th' unutter'd woe	C
Yet ah her livid cheek her stedfast look	D2
The desolated soul's deep anguish spoke	W
Mild victim close not yet thy languid eyes	E
Pure spirit claim not yet thy kindred skies	E
A pitying angel comes to stay thy flight	G
Las Casas A bids thee view returning light	G
Ah let that sacred drop to virtue dear	X
Efface thy wrongs receive his precious tear	M
See his flush'd cheek with indignation glow	C
While from his lips the tones of pity flow	C
Oh suff'ring Lord he cried whose streaming blood	E2
Was pour'd for man Earth drank the sacred flood	E2
Whose mercy in the mortal pang forgave	F2
The murd'rous band thy love alone could save	F2
Forgive thy goodness bursts each narrow bound	C2
Which feeble thought and human hope surround	C2
Forgive the guilty wretch whose impious hand	G2
From thy pure altar flings the flaming brand	G2
In human blood that hallow'd altar steeps	E
Libation dire while groaning nature weeps	E
The limits of thy mercy dares to scan	H2
The object of thy love his victim Man	H2
While yet I linger lo the suff'rer dies	E
I see his frame convuls'd I hear his sighs	E
Whoe'er controuls the purpose of my heart	A2
First in this breast shall plunge his guilty dart	A2
With anxious step he flew with eager hands	E
He broke the fetters burst the cruel bands	E
As the fall'n angel heard with awful fear	X
The cherub's grave rebuke in grace severe	X
And fled while horror plum'd his impious crest B	I2
The form of virtue as she stood confest	A2
So fierce Valverda sullen mov'd along	T
Abash'd and follow'd by the guilty throng	T
At length the hoary victim freed from chains	E
Las Casas gently leads to safer plains	E
Soft Zilia's yielding soul the joy opprest	A2
She bath'd with floods of tears her father's breast	A2
Las Casas now explores a secret cave	F2
Whose shaggy sides the languid billows lave	F2
There rest secure he cried the Christian God	A2
Will hover near will guard the lone abode	A2
Oft to the gloomy cell his steps repair	M
While night's chill breezes wave his silver'd hair	M
Oft in the tones of love the words of peace	E
He bids the bitter tears of anguish cease	E
Bids drooping hope uplift her languid eyes	E
And points a dearer bliss beyond the skies	E
Yet ah in vain his pious cares would save	F2
The hoary suff'rer from the op'ning grave	F2
For deep the pangs of torture pierc'd his frame	J2
And sunk his wasted life's expiring flame	J2
To his cold lip Las Casa's hand he prest	A2
He faintly clasp'd his Zilia to his breast	A2
Then cried the God whom now my vows adore	K2
My heart thro' life obey'd unknowing more	K2
His mild forgiveness then my soul shall prove	O
His mercy share Las Casa's God is Love	P
He spoke no more his Zilia's frantic moan	I
Was heard responsive to his dying groan	I
Victim of impious zeal Las Casas cries	E
Accept departed shade a Christian's sighs	E
And thou soft mourner tender drooping form	Q
What power shall guard thee from the fearful storm	Q
Weep not for me she cried for Zilia's breast	A2
Soon in the shelt'ring earth shall find its rest	A2
Hope not the victim of despair to save	F2
I ask but death I only seek a grave	F2
Witness thou mangled form that earth retains	E
Witness a murder'd lover's cold remains	E
I liv'd my father's pangs to sooth to share	M
I bore to live tho' life was all despair	M
In vain my lover urg'd by fond desire	L
To shield from torture and from death my sire	L
Flew to the fane where stern Valverda rag'd	A2
And fearless with unequal force engag'd	A2
I saw him bleeding dying press the ground	A2
I drew the poison from each fatal wound	A2
I bath'd those wounds with tears he pour'd a sigh	B2
A drop hung trembling in his closing eye	B2
Ah still his mournful sign I shiv'ring hear	L2
In every pulse I feel his parting tear	M
I faint an icy coldness chills each vein	N
No more these feeble limbs their load sustain	N
Spirit of pity catch my fleeting breath	B
A moment stay and close my eyes in death	B
Las Casas thee thy God in mercy gave	F2
To sooth my pangs to find the wretch a grave	F2
She ceas'd her spirit fled to purer spheres	E
Las Casas bathes the pallid corse with tears	E
Fly minister of good nor ling'ring shed	A2
Those fruitless sorrows o'er the unconscious dead	A2
Ah fly 'tis innocence 'tis virtue bleeds	E
And heav'n will listen when an angel pleads	E
I view the sanguine flood the wasting flame	J2
I hear a suff'ring world Las Casas claim nbsp	M2

Helen Maria Williams

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