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At length the hour approach'd that should fulfil
His harmless bicart's desire, when they shall see
The fearful chance, for such it needs must be,
Of change from that entire simplicity.
Yet wherefore should the thought of change appal!
Apd death ;- but evil never can befall
They cared not at what cost of sin procured,
Their force, but in their towns grew pale with fear
Nor with their venom arm the awaken'd sting
And monumental crosses here and there
XII. But keen of eye in their pursuit of gaio
Nor would with all their power the Kings of Spain, The conquerors look'd for lucre in this tree:
Austrian or Bourbon, have at last availd An annual harvest there might they attain,
This torrent of destruction to restrain, Without the cost of annual industry.
And save a people every where assail'd 'T was but to gather in what there grew free,
By men before whose face their courage quaild, . And share Potosi's wealth. Nor thence alouc,
But for the virtuous agency of those But gold in glad exchange they soon should see
Who will the Cross alone, when arms had faild, From all that once the Incas called their own,
Achiev'd a peaceful triumph o'er the foes,
Yet when we look beyond this world's unrest,
The arduous enterprise, contented well
The accursed thing for lucre to maintain:
And at the thought of hostile hordes dismay'd
XV. O foul reproach! but not for Spain alone,
That was a call which peer was made in vain But for all lands that bear the Christian name!
Upon Loyola's sons.
In Paraguay Where'er commercial slavery is known,
Much of injustice had they to complain, O shall not Justice trumpet-tongued proclaim
Much of neglect; but faithful labourers they The foul reproach, the black offence the same? In the Lord's vineyard, there was no delay Hear, guilty France! and thou, O England, hear! When summond to his work. A little band Thou who hast half redeem'd thyself from shame, Of converts made them ready for the way;
When slavery from thy realıns shall disappear, Their spiritual father took a cross in hand Then from this guilt, and not till then, wilt thou be To be his staff, and forth they went to search the land.
From Gratz amid the Syrian lills he came,
In these thick woods, and therefore must they beat
XXIII. It was his evil fortune to behold
And now they leap dry reeds and broken wood; The labours of his painful life destroy'd ;
The spark is struck, the crackling faggots blaze, His flock which he had brought within the fold And cheer that unaccustomed solitude. Dispersed ; the work of ages render'd void,
Soon have they made their frugal meal of maize : And all of good that Paraguay enjoy'd
In grateful adoration then they raise By lwind and suicidal power o'erthrown.
The evening hymn. How solemn in the wild So lie the years of liis old age employ'd,
That sweet accordant strain wherewith they praise A faithful chronicler in handing down
The Queen of Angels, merciful and mild:
But not their salutary rite of even!
Though misdirected, reach the ear of Heaven.
Us into whom a purer faith is given, Discourse with hirn both pleasurable and sage;
As our best birthrighe it beloves to hold And sure a willing ear she well might deign
The precious charge. But, oh, beware the leaven To one whose tales may equally engage
Which makes the beart of charity grow cold ! The wonderiog mind of youth, the thoughtful heart of We own one Shepherd, we shall be at last one fold. age. XIX.
SXV. But of his native speech because well nigh
Thinkest thou the little company who here Disuse in him forgetfulness had wrought,
Pour forth their l:ymn devout at close of day, In Latin le composed his history;
Feel it no aid that those who hold them dear, A garrulous, but a lively tale, and fraught
At the same hour the self-same homage pay, With matter of delight and food for thought.
Commending them to lleaven when far away? And if he could in Merlin's glass have seen
That the sweet bells are heard in solemn chime By whom his comes to speak our tongue were taught, Through all the bappy towns of Paraguay,
The old man would have felt as pleased, I ween, Where now their brethren in one point of time As when he won the ear of that great Empress Qucen.
Join in the general prayer, with sympathy sublime?
And sinking deep in many an English breast,
The sacred bour, and as he fares along,
Than eartli's hard lap, and rustling overhead
A vain delusion this we rightly deem :
prayer perform'd, around the fire reclin'd
Against whom strength may cope, or skill prevail,
To serve the Lamb who for their sins was slain,
A human voice arrests upon their way.
They stop, and thither wlience the sounds proceed,
From some sequestered bower at close of day,
No lark rejoicing in the orient sky Breathed sorrowfully forth, half murmurand half prayer. Ever pour'd forth so wild a strain of melody.
XXXVIII. For three long summer days on every side
Anon advancing thus the trees between, They search in vain the sylvan solitude.
He saw beside her bower the songstress wild, The fourth a human footstep is espied,
Not distant far, himself the while unseen. And through the mazes of the path less wood
Mooma it was, that happy maiden mild, With hound-like skill and hawk-like eye pursued ; Who in the sunshine, like a careless child For keen upon their pious quest are they,
Of nature, in her joy was caroling. As e'er were hunters on the track of blood.
A heavier heart than his it had beguiled
So to have heard so fair a creature sing
XXXIX. More cautious when more certain of the trace
For these had been her teachers, these alone; In silence they proceed; not like a crew
And she in many an emulous essay, Of jovial hunters, who the joyous chase
At length into a descant of her own With hound and horn in open field pursue,
Had blended all their notes, 22 a wild display Cheering their way with jubilant halloo,
Of sounds in rich irregular array; And hurrying forward to their spoil desired,
And now as blithe as bird in vernal bower, The panting game before them, full in view:
Pour'd in full flow the unexpressive lay,
Rejoicing in her consciousness of power,
That with the music of its dying strain
Tears for that unexperted blessing sprung,
XLI. It may be deemid some dim presage23 possess'd The virgin's soul; that some mysterious sense Of change to come, upon hier mind impressid, Had then callid forth, ere she departed thence, A requiem to their days of innocence. For what thou losest in thy native shade There is one change alone that may compense,
O Mooma, innocent and simple maid, Only one change, and it will not be long delay'd!
And look impatiently toward his way,
Wherefore lie came; his carb and beard she knew; All that her mother heard bad then indeed been true.
Jatha busy fimuey conjured up a sum Of joys unknown, whereof the expectance makes liim dumb!
Sequester'd from their fellow kiod no more;
L. Full of such hopes this night they lie them down, But not as they were wont, this night to rest. Their old tranquillity of heart is gone; Tlie peace wherewish till now they have been blest Hath taken its departure. In the breast Fast following thoughts and busy fancies throng; Their sleep itself is feverish, and possest
With dreams that to the wakeful mind belong; To Nooma and the youth then first the night seem'd
XLV. Across her shoulders was a hammock flung,24 By night it was the maiden's bed, by day Her ouly garment. Round her as it bung, In short unequal folds of loose array, The open meslies, when she moves, display Her form. She stood with fix'd aud wondering eyes, And trembling like a leaf upon
spray, Even for excess of joy, with eager cries She call'd her mother forth to share that glad surprise.
Day comes, and now a first and last farewell
dwell Henceforth in safety there, and rear her brood, And beasts and reptiles undisturb'd intrude. Reckless of this, the simple tenants go, Emerging from their peaceful solitude,
To mingle with the world, but not to know Its crimes, nor to partake its cares, nor feel its woe.