The PERUVIAN's DIRGE over the Body of his FATHER. Rest in peace, my Father, rest, I bless thee, O Wife of the Sun, Thy votary toil'd in fear. Thou badest the clouds of night Enwrap thee, and hide thee from Man; Wretched, my Father, thy life! Overwearied at night he lies down, And dreams of the Freedom that once he enjoy’d. Thou wert blest in the days of thy youth, My Father! for then thou wert free. As all in the labour had shar'd, Thou visible Lord of the Earth, Thou God of my Fathers, thou God of my heart, When the Strangers came to our shores, The Strangers mock at thy might! But not in the caverns and dens, O Sun, are we mindless of thee! We pine for the want of thy beams, We adore thee with anguish and groans. My Father, rest in peace! Rest with the dust of thy Sires! Oh! could thy bones be at peace In the fields where the Strangers are laid?... To lay me beside thee when I am released! That my Spirit may join thee there, Where the Strangers never shall come! SONG of the ARAUCANS During a THUNDER STORM. The storm cloud grows deeper above; The Souls of the Strangers are there, In their garments of darkness they ride thro' the heaven; The cloud that so lurid rolls over the hill Is red with their weapons of fire. Hark! hark! in the howl of the wind Behold from the clouds of their power The lightning, the lightning is lanced at our sires! Ye Souls of our Fathers be brave! We gaze on your warfare in hope, We send up our shouts to encourage your arms! Lift the lance of your vengeance O Fathers! with force, For the wrongs of your country strike home! Remember the land was your own When the Sons of Destruction came over the seas; That the old fell asleep in the fullness of days Till the Strangers came into the land With tongues of deceit and with weapons of fire, |