A TALE OF PARAGUAY. CANTO III. 1. AMID those marshy woodlands far and wide And Chili's mountain realm, and proud Peru's domains. 2. But better for the injured Indian race Had woods of manchineel the land o'erspread : Yea, in that tree so blest by Nature's grace A direr curse had they inherited, Than if the Upas there had rear'd its head And sent its baleful scions all around, Blasting where'er its effluent force was shed, In air and water, and the infected ground, All things wherein the breath or sap of life is found. 3. The poor Guaranies dreamt of no such ill, New in the land as yet. They learnt his power Too soon, which law nor conscience could restrain, A fearless but inhuman conqueror, Heart-harden'd by the accursed lust of gain, O fatal thirst of gold! O foul reproach for Spain ! 4. For gold and silver had the Spaniards sought Their way through forests axe in hand they wrought; Forward by hope of plunder still allured; So they might one day count their golden gains, They cared not at what cost of sin procured, All dangers they defied, all sufferings they endured. 5. Barren alike of glory and of gold That region proved to them; nor would the soil Unto their unindustrious hands unfold Harvests, the fruit of peace, ... and wine and oil, The treasures that repay contented toil With health and weal; treasures that with them bring No guilt for priest and penance to assoil, Nor with their venom arm the awaken'd sting Of conscience at that hour when life is vanishing. 6. But keen of eye in their pursuit of gain 'T was but to gather in what there grew free And share Potosi's wealth. Nor thence alone. But gold in glad exchange they soon should see From all that once the Incas called their own, Or where the Zippa's power or Zaque's laws were known. 7. For this, in fact though not in name a slave, And droves on droves were sent to find a grave O miserable race, to slavery born! Yet when we look beyond this world's unrest, More miserable then the oppressors than the opprest. 8. Often had Kings essay'd to check the ill To Avarice, on its present purpose bent, 9. O foul reproach! but not for Spain alone O shall not Justice trumpet-tongued proclaim The foul reproach, the black offence the same? Hear, guilty France! and thou, O England, hear! Thou who hast half redeem'd thyself from shame, When slavery from thy realms shall disappear, Then from this guilt, and not till then, wilt thou be clear. 10. Uncheck'd in Paraguay it ran its course, Till all the gentler children of the land Well nigh had been consumed without remorse. The bolder tribes meantime, whose skilful hand Had tamed the horse, in many a warlike band Kept the field well with bow and dreadful spear. And now the Spaniards dared no more withstand Their force, but in their towns grew pale with fear If the Mocobio, or the Abipon drew near. 11. Bear witness, Chaco, thou, from thy domain And monumental names that tell where dwellings were ! 12. Nor would with all their power the Kings of Spain, By men before whose face their courage quail'd, Who with the Cross alone, when arms had fail'd, Achieved a peaceful triumph o'er the foes, And gave that weary land the blessings of repose. 13. For whensoe'er the Spaniards felt or fear'd The arduous enterprize, contented well 14. And now it chanced some traders who had fell'd The trees of precious foliage far and wide On Empalado's shore, when they beheld The inviting woodlands on its northern side, Crost thither in their quest, and there espied Yeruti's footsteps: searching then the shade. At length a lonely dwelling they descried, And at the thought of hostile hordes dismay'd To the nearest mission sped and ask'd the Jesuit's aid. |