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 The shout of the battle, the clang of their drums, 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! Remember the land was your own When the Sons of Destruction came over the seas; Till the Strangers came into the land With tongues of deceit and with weapons of fire, It thickens.. the tumult of fight, Louder and louder the blast of the battle is heard,.. Remember the wrongs that your country endures! Remember the fields of your fame! Joy! joy for the Strangers recoil,.. They give way,.. they retreat to the land of their life! Pursue them! pursue them! remember your wrongs! Let your lances be drunk with their wounds. The Souls of your wives shall rejoice As they welcome you back to your Islands of Bliss; And the breeze that refreshes the toil-throbbing brow Waft thither the song of your praise. SONG of the CHIKKASAH WIDOW. 'Twas the voice of my husband that came on the gale. The unappeas'd Spirit in anger complains, Rest, rest Ollanahta, be still! The stake is made ready, the captives shall die; The knife and the fire;... be at rest! The vengeance of anguish shall soon have its course, . Will remember the days of our love. Ollanahta, all day by thy war-pole I sat |