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The Missionary - Canto Fourth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Far in the centre of the deepest wood	A
The assembled fathers of their country stood	A
'Twas midnight now the pine wood fire burned red	B
And to the leaves a shadowy glimmer spread	B
The struggling smoke or flame with fitful glance	C
Obscured or showed some dreadful countenance	D
And every warrior as his club he reared	E
With larger shadow indistinct appeared	E
While more terrific his wild locks and mien	F
And fierce eye through the quivering smoke was seen	F
In sea wolf's skin here Mariantu stood	A
Gnashed his white teeth impatient and cried blood	G
His lofty brow with crimson feathers bound	H
Here brooding death the huge Ongolmo frowned	H
And like a giant of no earthly race	I
To his broad shoulders heaved his ponderous mace	I
With lifted hatchet as in act to fell	J
Here stood the young and ardent Teucapel	J
Like a lone cypress stately in decay	K
When time has worn its summer boughs away	K
And hung its trunk with moss and lichens sere	L
The Mountain warrior rested on his spear	L
And thus and at this hour a hundred chiefs	M
Chosen avengers of their country's griefs	M
Chiefs of the scattered tribes that roam the plain	N
That sweeps from Andes to the western main	N
Their country gods around the coiling smoke	O
With sacrifice and silent prayers invoke	O
For all at first were silent as the dead	B
The pine was heard to whisper o'er their head	B
So stood the stern assembly but apart	P
Wrapped in the spirit of his fearful art	P
Alone to hollow sounds of hideous hum	Q
The wizard seer struck his prophetic drum	Q
Silent they stood and watched with anxious eyes	M
What phantom shape might from the ground arise	M
No voices came no spectre form appeared	E
A hollow sound but not of winds was heard	R
Among the leaves and distant thunder low	J
Which seemed like moans of an expiring foe	J
His crimson feathers quivering in the smoke	O
Then with loud voice first Mariantu spoke	O
Hail we the omen Spirits of the slain	N
I hear your voices Mourn devoted Spain	N
Pale visaged tyrants still along our coasts	M
Shall we despairing mark your iron hosts	M
Spirits of our brave fathers curse the race	M
Who thus your name your memory disgrace	M
No though yon mountain's everlasting snows	M
In vain Almagro's toilsome march oppose	M
Though Atacama's long and wasteful plain	N
Be heaped with blackening carcases in vain	N
Though still fresh hosts those snowy summits scale	J
And scare the Llamas with their glittering mail	J
Though sullen castles lour along our shore	S
Though our polluted soil be drenched with gore	S
Insolent tyrants we prepared to die	T
Your arms your horses and your gods defy	T
He spoke the warriors stamped upon the ground	H
And tore the feathers that their foreheads bound	H
Insolent tyrants burst the general cry	T
We met for vengeance we prepared to die	T
Your arms your horses and your gods defy	T
Then Teucapel with warm emotion cried	U
This hatchet never yet in blood was dyed	U
May it be buried deep within my heart	P
If living from the conflict I depart	P
Till loud from shore to shore is heard one cry	T
See in their gore where the last tyrants lie	T
The Mountain warrior Oh that I could raise	M
The hatchet too as in my better days	M
When victor on Maypocha's banks I stood	A
And while the indignant river rolled in blood	G
And our swift arrows hissed like rushing rain	N
I cleft Almagro's iron helm in twain	N
My strength is well nigh gone years marked with woe	J
Have o'er me passed and bowed my spirit low	J
Alas I have no son Beloved boy	V
Thy father's last best hope his pride his joy	V
Oh hadst thou lived sole object of my prayers	M
To guard my waning life and these gray hairs	M
How bravely hadst thou now in manhood's pride	U
Swung the uplifted war club by my side	U
But the Great Spirit willed not Thou art gone	W
And weary on this earth I walk alone	X
Thankful if I may yield my latest breath	Y
And bless my country in the pangs of death	Y
With words deliberate and uplifted hand	Z
Mild to persuade yet dauntless to command	Z
Raising his hatchet high Caupolican	X
Surveyed the assembled chiefs and thus began	X
Friends fathers brothers dear and sacred names	M
Your stern resolve each ardent look proclaims	M
On then to conquest let one hope inspire	A2
One spirit animate one vengeance fire	B2
Who doubts the glorious issue To our foes	M
A tenfold strength and spirit we oppose	M
In them no god protects his mortal sons	M
Or speaks in thunder from their roaring guns	M
Nor come they children of the radiant sky	T
But like the wounded snake to writhe and die	T
Then rush resistless on their prostrate bands	M
Snatch the red lightning from their feeble hands	M
And swear to the great spirits hovering near	L
Who now this awful invocation hear	C2
That we shall never see our household hearth	D2
Till like the dust we sweep them from the earth	E2
But vain our strength that idly in the fight	F2
Tumultuous wastes its ineffectual might	F2
Unless to one the hatchet we confide	U
Let one our numbers one our counsels guide	U
And lo for all that in this world is dear	L
I raise this hatchet raise it high and swear	G2
Never again to lay it down till we	H2
And all who love this injured land are free	H2
At once the loud acclaim tumultuous ran	X
Our spears our life blood for Caupolican	X
With thee for all that in this world is dear	L
We lift our hatchets lift them high and swear	G2
Never again to lay them down till we	H2
And all who love this injured land are free	H2
Then thus the chosen chief Bring forth the slave	I2
And let the death dance recreate the brave	I2
Two warriors led a Spanish captive bound	H
With thongs his eyes were fixed upon the ground	H
Dark cypresses the mournful spot inclose	M
High in the midst an ancient mound arose	M
Marked on each side with monumental stones	M
And white beneath with skulls and scattered bones	M
Four poniards on the mound encircling stood	A
With points erect dark with forgotten blood	G
Forthwith with louder voice the chief commands	M
Bring forth the lots unbind the captive's hands	M
Then north towards his country turn his face	M
And dig beneath his feet a narrow space	M
Caupolican uplifts his axe and cries	M
Gods of our land be yours this sacrifice	M
Now listen warriors and forthwith commands	M
To place the billets in the captive's hands	M
Soldier cast in the lot	J2
With looks aghast	K2
The captive in the trench a billet cast	K2
Soldier declare who leads the arms of Spain	X
Where Santiago frowns upon the plain	X
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CAPTIVE	L2
	-
Villagra	H2
	-
WA RRIOR	H2
	-
Earth upon the billet heap	M2
So may a tyrant's heart be buried deep	M2
The dark woods echoed to the long acclaim	N2
Accursed be his nation and his name	N2
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WARRIOR	H2
	-
Captive declare who leads the Spanish bands	M
Where the proud fortress shades Coquimbo's sands	M
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CAPTIVE	L2
	-
Ocampo	J
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WARR IOR	H2
	-
Earth upon the billet heap	M2
So may a tyrant's heart be buried deep	M2
The dark woods echoed to the long acclaim	N2
Accursed be his nation and his name	N2
	-
WARRIOR	H2
	-
Cast in the lot	J2
Again with looks aghast	K2
The captive in the trench a billet cast	K2
Pronounce his name who here pollutes the plain	X
The leader of the mailed hosts of Spain	X
	-
CAPTIVE	L2
	-
Valdivia	O2
At that name a sudden cry	H2
Burst forth and every lance was lifted high	H2
	-
WARRIOR	H2
	-
Valdivia	O2
Earth upon the billet heap	M2
So may a tyrant's heart be buried deep	M2
The dark woods echoed to the long acclaim	N2
Accursed be his nation and his name	N2
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And now loud yells and whoops of death resound	H
The shuddering captive ghastly gazed around	H
When the huge war club smote him to the ground	H
Again deep stillness hushed the listening crowd	P2
While the prophetic wizard sang aloud	P2
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SONG TO THE GOD OF WAR	H2
	-
By thy habitation dread	B
In the valley of the dead	B
Where no sun nor day nor night	F2
Breaks the red and dusky light	F2
By the grisly troops that ride	U
Of slaughtered Spaniards at thy side	U
Slaughtered by the Indian spear	H2
Mighty Epananum hear	H2
Hark the battle Hark the din	X
Now the deeds of Death begin	X
The Spaniards come in clouds above	Q2
I hear their hoarse artillery move	R2
Spirits of our fathers slain	X
Haste pursue the dog	S2