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For Wellesley's star hath risen ascendant there ;

Once more he drove the host of France to flight, And triumph'd once again for God and for the right.

That was a day, whose influence far and wide
The struggling nations felt ; it was a joy
Wherewith all Europe rung from side to side.
Yet hath Pamplona seen in former time
A moment big with mightier consequence,
Affecting many an age and distant clime.
That day it was which saw in her defence,
Contending with the French before her wall,
A noble soldier of Guipuzcoa fall,
Sore hurt, but not to death. For when long care
Restored his shatter'd leg and set him free,
He would not brook a slight deformity,
As one who being gay and debonnair,
In courts conspicuous as in camps must be:
So he forsooth a shapely boot must wear;

And the vain man, with peril of his life,
Laid the recover'd limb again beneath the knife.

Long time upon the bed of pain he lay
Whiling with books the weary hours away ;
And from that circumstance and this vain man
A train of long events their course began,
Whose term it is not given us yet to see.
Who hath not heard Loyola's sainted name,
Before whom Kings and Nations bow'd the knee?
Thy annals, Ethiopia, might proclaim
What deeds arose from that prolific day;
And of dark plots might shuddering Europe tell.

But Science too her trophies would display;
Faith give the martyrs of Japan their fame:
And Charity on works of love would dwell
In California's dolorous regions drear ;
And where, amid a pathless world of wood,
Gathering a thousand rivers on his way,
Huge Orellana rolls his affluent flood ;
And where the happier sons of Paraguay,
By gentleness and pious art subdued,
Bow'd their meek heads beneath the Jesuits' sway,
And lived and died in filial servitude.

I love thus uncontroll'd, as in a dream,
To muse upon the course of human things;
Exploring sometimes the remotest springs,
Far as tradition lends one guiding gleam ;
Or following, upon Thought's audacious wings,
Into Futurity, the endless stream.
But now in quest of no ambitious height,
I go where Truth and Nature lead my way,

And ceasing here from desultory fight,
In measured strains I tell a Tale of Paraguay.

A TALE OF PARAGUAY.

CANTO I.

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