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The morn returns and reddening seems to shed	A
One ray of glory on the patriot dead	A
Round the dark stone the victor chiefs behold	B
Still on their locks the gouts of gore hang cold	B
There stands the brave Caupolican the pride	C
Of Chili young Lautaro by his side	C
Near the grim circle pendent from the wood	D
Twelve hundred Spanish heads are dripping blood	E
Shrill sound the notes of death in festive dance	F
The Indian maids with myrtle boughs advance	F
The tinkling sea shells on their ancles ring	G
As hailing thus the victor youth they sing	G
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SONG OF INDIAN MAIDS	H
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Oh shout for Lautaro the young and the brave	I
The arm of whose strength was uplifted to save	I
When the steeds of the strangers came rushing amain	J
And the ghosts of our fathers looked down on the slain	J
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'Twas eve and the noise of the battle was o'er	K
Five thousand brave warriors were cold in their gore	L
When in front young Lautaro invincible stood	D
And the horses and iron men rolled in their blood	E
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As the snows of the mountain are swept by the blast	M
The earthquake of death o'er the white men has passed	M
Shout Chili in triumph the battle is won	J
And we dance round the heads that are black in the sun	J
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Lautaro as if wrapt in thought profound	N
Oft turned an anxious look inquiring round	N
He is not here Say does my father live	O
Ere eager voices could an answer give	P
With faltering footsteps and declining head	A
And slowly by an aged Indian led	A
Wounded and weak the mountain chief appears	Q
Live live Lautaro cried with bursting tears	R
And fell upon his neck and kissing pressed	S
With folding arms his gray hairs to his breast	S
Oh live I am thy son thy long lost child	T
The warrior raised his look and faintly smiled	T
Chili my country is avenged he cried	C
My son then sunk upon a shield and died	C
Lautaro knelt beside him as he bowed	U
And kissed his bleeding breast and wept aloud	U
The sounds of sadness through the circle ran	J
When thus with lifted axe Caupolican	J
What for our fathers brothers children slain	J
Canst thou repay ruthless inhuman Spain	J
Here on the scene with recent slaughter red	A
To sooth the spirits of the brave who bled	A
Raise we to day the war feast of the dead	A
Bring forth the chief in bonds Fathers to day	V
Devote we to our gods the noblest prey	V
Lautaro turned his eyes and gazing round	N
Beheld Valdivia and Anselmo bound	N
One stood in arms as with a stern despair	W
His helmet cleft in twain his temples bare	W
Where streaks of blood that dropped upon his mail	X
Served but to show his face more deadly pale	X
His eyebrows dark and resolute he bent	Y
And stood composed to wait the dire event	Y
Still on the cross his looks Anselmo cast	M
As if all thought of this vain world was passed	M
And in a world of light without a shade	Z
Ev'n now his meek and guileless spirit strayed	Z
Where stood the Spanish chief a muttering sound	N
Rose and each club was lifted from the ground	N
When starting from his father's corse his sword	A2
Waving before his once triumphant lord	A2
Lautaro cried My breast shall meet the blow	B2
But save save him to whom my life I owe	B2
Valdivia marked him with unmoving eye	C2
Then looked upon his bonds nor deigned reply	C2
When Harratomac stealing with slow pace	D2
And lifting high his iron jagged mace	D2
Smote him to earth a thousand voices rose	E2
Mingled with shouts and yells So fall our foes	E2
Lautaro gave to tears a moment's space	D2
As black in death he marked Valdivia's face	D2
Then cried Chiefs friends and thou Caupolican	J
Oh spare this innocent and holy man	J
He never sailed rapacious o'er the deep	F2
The gold of blood polluted lands to heap	F2
He never gave the armed hosts his aid	Z
But meekly to the Mighty Spirit prayed	Z
That in all lands the sounds of woe might cease	G2
And brothers of the wide world dwell in peace	G2
The victor youth saw generous sympathy	H2
Already steal to every warrior's eye	C2
Then thus again Oh if this filial tear	W
Bear witness my own father was most dear	I2
If this uplifted arm this bleeding steel	J2
Speak for my country what I felt and feel	J2
If at this hour I meet her high applause	K2
While my heart beats still ardent in her cause	L2
Hear and forgive these tears that grateful flow	B2
Oh hear how much to this poor man I owe	B2
I was a child when to my sire's abode	M2
In Chillan's vale the armed horsemen rode	M2
Me whilst my father cold and breathless lay	V
Far off the crested soldiers bore away	V
And for a captive sold No friend was near	I2
To mark a young and orphan stranger's tear	W
This humble man with kind parental care	W
Snatched me from slavery saved from dark despair	W
And as my years increased protected fed	A
And breathed a father's blessings on my head	A
A Spanish maid was with him need I speak	N2
Behold affection's tear still wets my cheek	N2
Years as they passed matured in ripening grace	D2
Her form unfolding and her beauteous face	D2
She heard my orphan tale she loved to hear	O2
And sometimes for my fortunes dropped a tear	W
I could have bowed to direst ills resigned	P2
But wept at looks so sweet at words so kind	P2
Valdivia saw me now in blooming age	Q2
And claimed me from the father as his page	Q2
The chief too cherished me yea saved my life	R2
When in Peru arose the civil strife	R2
Yet still remembering her I loved so well	S2
Oft I returned to the gray father's cell	S2
His voice instructed me recalled my youth	T2
From rude idolatry to heavenly truth	T2
Of this hereafter he my darkling mind	P2
Cleared and from low and sensual thoughts refined	P2
Then first with feelings new impressed I strove	U2
To hide the tear of tenderness and love	V2
Amid the fairest maidens of Peru	W2
My eyes my heart one only object knew	W2
I lived that object's love and faith to share	W
He saw and blessed us with a father's prayer	W
Here at Valdivia's last and stern command	X2
I came a stranger in my native land	X2
Anselmo so him call now most in need	Y2
And standing here in bonds for whom I plead	Y2
Came by our chief so summoned and for aid	Z
To the Great Spirit of the Christians prayed	Z
Here as a son I loved him but I left	Z2
A wife a child of my fond cares bereft	Z2
Never to see again for death awaits	A3
My entrance now in Lima's jealous gates	A3
Caupolican didst thou thy father love	V2
Did his last dying look affection move	B3
Pity this aged man unbend thy brow	C3
He was my father is my father now	C3
Consenting mercy marks each warrior's mien	J
But who is this what pallid form is seen	J
As crushed already by the fatal blow	B2
Bound and with looks white as a wreath of snow	B2
Her hands upon her breast scarce drawn her breath	D3
A Spanish woman knelt expecting death	D3
Whilst borne by a dark warrior at her side	C
An infant shrunk from the red plumes and cried	C
Lautaro started	E
Injured maid of Spain	J
Me me oh take me to thine arms again	J
She heard his voice and by the scene oppressed	S
With one faint sigh fell senseless on his breast	S
Caupolican with warm emotion cried	C
Live live Lautaro and his beauteous bride	C
Live aged father and forthwith commands	E3
A warrior to unbind Anselmo's hands	E3
She raised her head his eyes first met her view	W2
As round Lautaro's neck her arms she threw	W2
Ah no she feebly spoke it is not true	W2
It is some form of the distempered brain	J
Then hid her face upon his breast again	J
Dark flashing eyes terrific glared around	N
Here his brains scattered by the deadly wound	N
The Spanish chief lay on the gory ground	N
With lowering brows and mace yet drooping blood	E
And clotted hair there Mariantu stood	D
Anselmo here sad yet in sorrow mild	T
Appeared she cried A blessing on your child	T
And knelt as slow revived her waking sense	F3
And then with looks aghast Oh bear us hence	F3
Now all the assembled chiefs assenting cried	C
Live live Lautaro and his beauteous bride	C
With eager arms Lautaro snatched his boy	G3
And kissed him in an agony of joy	G3
Then to Anse	F

William Lisle Bowles

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