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The watchman on the tower his bugle blew	A
And swelling to the morn the streamers flew	A
The rampart guns a dread alarum gave	B
Smoke rolled and thunder echoed o'er the wave	B
When starting from his couch Valdivia cried	C
What tidings Of the tribes a scout replied	C
Ev'n now prepared thy bulwarks to assail	D
Their gathering numbers darken all the vale	D
Valdivia called to the attendant youth	E
Philip he cried belike thy words have truth	E
The formidable host by holy James	F
Might well appal our priests and city dames	F
Dost thou not fear Nay dost thou not reply	G
Now by the rood and all the saints on high	G
I hold it sin that thou shouldst lift thy hand	H
Against thy brothers in thy native land	H
But as thou saidst those mighty enemies	I
Me and my feeble legions would despise	J
Yes by our holy lady thou shalt ride	C
Spectator of their prowess by my side	C
Come life come death our battle shall display	K
Its ensigns to the earliest beam of day	K
With louder summons ring the rampart bell	L
And haste the shriving father from his cell	L
A soldier's heart rejoices in alarms	M
And let the trump at midnight sound to arms	M
And now obedient to the chief's commands	N
The gray haired priest before the soldier stands	N
Father Valdivia cried fierce are our foes	O
The last event of war GOD only knows	O
Let mass be sung father this very night	P
I would attend the high and holy rite	P
Yet deem not that I doubt of victory	Q
Or place defeat or death before mine eye	G
It blenches not But whatsoe'er befall	R
Good father I would part in peace with all	R
So tell Lautaro his ingenuous mind	S
Perhaps may grieve if late I seemed unkind	S
Hear my heart speak though far from virtue's way	K
Ambition's lure hath led my steps astray	K
No wanton exercise of barbarous power	T
Harrows my shrinking conscience at this hour	T
If hasty passions oft my spirit fire	T
They flash a moment and the next expire	U
Lautaro knows it There is somewhat more	V
I would not here here on this distant shore	V
Should they the Indian multitudes prevail	D
And this good sword and these firm sinews fail	D
Amid my deadly enemies be found	W
'Unhouseled ananealed ' upon the ground	W
A dying man thy look thy reverend age	X
Might save my poor remains from barb'rous rage	X
And thou may'st pay the last sad obsequies	O
O'er the heaped earth where a brave soldier lies	O
So GOD be with thee	Q
By the torches' light	P
The slow procession moves the solemn rite	P
Is chanted through the aisles and arches dim	Y
At intervals is heard the imploring hymn	Y
Now all is still that only you might hear	Z
The tall and slender tapers burning clear	A2
Whose light Anselmo's palid brow illumes	O
Now glances on the mailed soldier's plumes	O
Hear sounding far only the iron tread	B2
That echoed through the cloisters of the dead	B2
Dark clouds are wandering o'er the heaven's wide way	K
Now from the camp at times a horse's neigh	G
Breaks on the ear and on the rampart height	P
The sentinel proclaims the middle watch of night	P
By the dim taper's solitary ray	K
Tired in his tent the sovereign soldier lay	K
Meantime as shadowy dreams arise he roams	O
'Mid bright pavilions and imperial domes	O
Where terraces and battlements and towers	O
Glisten in air o'er rich romantic bowers	O
Sudden the visionary pomp is past	C2
The vacant court sounds to the moaning blast	C2
A dismal vault appears where with swoll'n eyes	O
As starting from their orbs a dead man lies	O
It is Almagro's corse roll on ye drums	O
Lo where the great the proud Pizarro comes	O
Her gold her richest gems let Fortune strew	A
Before the mighty conqueror of Peru	A
Ah turn and see a dagger in his hand	H
With ghastly look see the assassin stand	H
Pizarro falls he welters in his gore	V
Lord of the western world art thou no more	V
Valdivia hark it was another groan	D2
Another shadow comes it is thy own	D2
Ah bind not thus his arms give give him breath	E2
Wipe from his bleeding brow those damps of death	E2
Valdivia starting woke He is alone	D2
The taper in his tent yet dimly shone	D2
Lautaro haste he cried Lautaro save	G
Thy dying master Ah is this the brave	G
The haughty victor Hush the dream is past	C2
The early trumpets ring the second blast	C2
Arm arm Ev'n now the impatient charger neighs	O
Again from tent to tent the trumpet brays	O
By torch light then Valdivia gave command	H
Haste let Del Oro take a chosen band	H
With watchful caution on his fleetest steed	F2
A troop observant on the heights to lead	B2
Now beautiful beneath the heaven's gray arch	G2
Appeared the main battalion's moving march	G2
The banner of the cross was borne before	V
And next with aspect sad and tresses hoar	V
The holy man went thoughtfully and pressed	H2
A crucifix in silence to his breast	H2
Valdivia all in burnished steel arrayed	I2
Upon whose crest the morn's effulgence played	I2
Majestic reined his steed and seemed alone	D2
Worthy the southern world's imperial throne	D2
His features through the barred casque that glow	J2
His pole axe pendent from the saddle bow	K2
His dazzling armour and the glitter bright	P
Of his drawn sabre in the orient light	P
Speak him not now for knightly tournament	L2
Arrayed but on emprise of prowess bent	M2
And deeds of deadly strife In blooming pride	C
The attendant youth rode pensive by his side	C
Their pennoned lances waving in the wind	S
Two hundred clanking horsemen tramped behind	S
In iron harness clad The bugles blew	A
And high in air the sanguine ensigns flew	A
The arbalasters next with cross bows slung	N2
Marched whilst the plumed Moors their cymbals swung	N2
Auxiliar Indians here a various train	O2
With spears and bows darkened the distant plain	O2
Drums rolled and fifes re echoed shrill and clear	A2
At intervals as near and yet more near	A2
While flags and intermingled halberds shine	P2
The long battalion drew its passing line	P2
Last rolled the heavy guns a sable tier	Z
By Indians drawn with matchmen in the rear	A2
And many a straggling mule and sumpter train	O2
Closed the embattled order on the plain	O2
Till nought beneath the azure sky appears	O
But the projecting points of scarce discovered spears	O
Slow up the hill with floating vapours hoar	V
Or by the blue lake's long retiring shore	V
Now seen distinct through the disparting haze	O
The glittering file its bannered length displays	O
Now winding from the woods again appears	O
The moving line of matchlocks and of spears	O
Part seen part lost the long illustrious march	G2
Circling the swamp now draws its various arch	G2
And seems as on it moves meandering slow	J2
A radiant segment of a living bow	K2
Five days the Spaniards trooping in array	K
O'er plains and headlands held their eastern way	K
On the sixth early dawn with shuddering awe	Q2
And horror in the last defile they saw	O
Ten pendent heads from which the gore still run	R2
All gashed and grim and blackening in the sun	R2
These were the gallant troop that passed before	V
The Indians' vast encampment to explore	V
Led by Del Oro now with many a wound	W
Pierced and a headless trunk upon the ground	W
The horses startled as they tramped in blood	S2
The troops a moment half recoiling stood	T2
But boots not now to pause or to retire	U
Valdivia's eye flashed with indignant fire	T
Follow he cried brave comrades to the hill	U2
And instant shouts the pealing valley fill	U2
And now up to the hill's ascending crest	H2
With animated look and beating breast	H2
He urged his steed when wide beneath his eye	G
He saw in long expanse Arauco's valley lie	G
Far as the labouring sight could stretch its glance	O
One undulating mass of club and lance	O
One animated surface seemed to fill	U2
The many stirring scene from hill to hill	U2
To the deep mass he pointed with his sword	V2
Banner advance give out 'Castile ' the word	W2
Instant the files advance the trumpets bray	K
And now the host in terrible array	K
Ranged on the heights that overlook the plain	O2
Has halted	S2
But the task were long and vain	O2
To tell what nations from the seas that roar	V
Round Patagonia's melancholy shore	V
From forests brown with everlasting shades	O
From rocks of sunshine white with prone	D2

William Lisle Bowles

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