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18. And thus when exiled from the dear-loved scene, In proud Vienna he beguiled the pain Of sad remembrance : and the Empress Queen, That great Teresa, she did not disdain In gracious mood sometimes to entertain Discourse with him both pleasurable and sage; And sure a willing ear she well might deign

To one whose tales may equally engage The wondering mind of youth, the thoughtful heart

of age.

19. But of his native speech because well nigh Disuse in him forgetfulness had wrought, In Latin he composed his history ; A garrulous, but a lively tale, and fraught With matter of delight and food for thought. And if he could in Merlin's glass have seen By whom histomes to speak our tongue were taught,

The old man would have felt as pleased, I ween, As when he won the ear of thatgreat Empress Queen.

20. Little he deem'd when with his Indian band He through the wilds set forth upon his way, A Poet then unborn, and in a land Which had proscribed his order, should one day Take up from thence his moralizing lay, And shape a song that, with no fiction drest, Should to his worth its grateful tribute pay,

And sinking deep in many an English breast, Foster that faith divine that keeps the heart at rest.

21.
Behold him on his way! the breviary
Which from his girdle hangs, his only shield ;
That well-known habit is his panoply,
That Cross, the only weapon he will wield :
By day he bears it for his staff afield,
By night it is the pillar of his bed ;
No other lodging these wild woods can yield

Than earth's hard lap, and rustling overhead A canopy of deep and tangled boughs far spread.

22. Yet may they not without some cautious care Take up their inn content upon the ground. First it behoves to clear a circle there, And trample down the grass and plantage round, Where many a deadly reptile might be found, Whom with its bright and comfortable heat The flame would else allure : such plagues abound

In these thick woods, and therefore must they beat The earth, and trample well the herbs beneath their feet.

23. And now they heap dry reeds and broken wood; The spark is struck, the crackling faggots blaze, And cheer that unaccustom'd solitude. Soon have they made their frugal meal of maize; In grateful adoration then they raise The evening hymn. How solemn in the wild That sweet accordant strain wherewith they praise

The Queen of Angels, merciful and mild : Hail, holiest Mary! Maid, and Mother undefiled.

24. Blame as thou may'st the Papist's erring creed, But not their salutary rite of even ! The prayers that from a pious soul proceed, Though misdirected, reach the ear of Heaven. Us unto whom a purer faith is given, As our best birthright it behoves to hold The precious charge; but, oh, beware the leaven

Which makes the heart of charity grow cold ! We

e own one Shepherd, we shall be at last one fold.

25. Thinkest thou the little company who here Pour forth their hymn devout at close of day, Feel it no aid that those who hold them dear, At the same hour the self-same homage pay, Commending them to Heaven when far away ? That the sweet bells are heard in solemn chine Through all the happy towns of Paraguay,

Where now their brethren in one point of time Join in the general prayer, with sympathy sublime?

26. That to the glorious Mother of their Lord Whole Christendom that hour its homage pays ? From court and cottage that with one accord Ascends the universal strain of praise ? Amid the crowded city's restless ways, One reverential thought pervades the throng ; The traveller on his lonely road obeys

The sacred hour, and as he fares along, In spirit hears and joins his household's even-song.

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27. What if they think that every prayer

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Shall one day in their good account appear;
That guardian Angels hover round and fold
Their wings in adoration while they hear;
Ministrant Spirits through the ethereal sphere
Waft it with joy, and to the grateful theme
Well pleased, the Mighty Mother bends her ear?

A vain delusion this we rightly deem :
Yet what they feel is not a mere illusive dream.

28. That prayer perform'd, around the fire reclined Beneath the leafy canopy they lay Their limbs : the Indians soon to sleep resign'd; And the good Father with that toilsome day Fatigued, full fain to sleep, ... if sleep he may, Whom all tormenting insects there assail ; More to be dreaded these than beasts of prey

Against whom strength may cope, or skill prevail, But art of man against these enemies must fail.

29.

Patience itself that should the sovereign cure
For ills that touch ourselves alone, supply,
Lends little aid to one who must endure
This plague: the small tormentors fill the sky,
And swarm about their prey ; there he must lie
And suffer while the hours of darkness wear;
At times he utters with a deep-drawn sigh

Some name adored, in accents of despair Breathed sorrowfully forth, half murmur and half

prayer.

30.
Welcome to him the earliest gleam of light;
Welcome to him the earliest sound of day ;
That from the sufferings of that weary night
Released, he may resume his willing way,
Well pleased again the perils to essay
Of that drear wilderness, with hope renew'd:
Success will all his labours overpay,

A quest like his is cheerfully pursued,
The heart is happy still that is intent on good.

31. And now where Empalado's waters creep Through low and level shores of woodland wide, They come; prepared to cross the sluggish deep, An ill-shaped coracle of hardest hide, Ruder than ever Cambrian fisher plied Where Towey and the salt-sea waters meet, The Indians launch ; they steady it and guide,

Winning their way with arms and practised feet, While in the tottering boat the Father keeps his seat.

32. For three long summer days on every side They search in vain the sylvan solitude ; The fourth a human footstep is espied, And through the mazes of the pathless wood With hound-like skill and hawk-like eye pursued ; For keen upon their pious quest are they As e'er were hunters on the track of blood.

Where softer ground or trodden herbs betray The slightest mark of man, they there explore the way.

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