And Andes, in officious love, Impels his giant bulk above, To prop the glorious arch, and shroud His head in evening's purple cloud. So nature wrought: admiring man The charm she wove, the robe she wore Their wildest notes the warblers sing, The glancing crest, and glorious wing, "Nor lordly man unlettered trod Rose through the wildering mist, and caught He led the conquering march of mind; "Piercing the soft complying moss, Securely stands your mocking cross; And forward wends your pious tread, By avarice goaded, strumpet-led. Forward! your church hath blessed the strife, Your arms are primed, and gold is rife A monarch feeds your craving eyes "Blasphemer, cease!"-" Indulge the mood, They made the empire's cause their own; What time he spread his galley's wing, That murmured round her captive king, On yonder shield was drawn from Spain; "Here dwell the very gods who led Your fathers to the western shore, Sustaining their infuriate tread, Through leagured hosts and seas of gore. Those golden gods, so safely stored In guise of pillar, couch, and board; These flagons, where the deep-set rim Of sparkling rubies crowns the brim; For these they dared the battle plain, For these ye plough the briny main; Such faith your pious deeds rehearse, Your deities, your spoil, your curse." "And meet it is your yellow ore Should swell the Christian's sacred store; From unbelievers rent by Heaven, And to its saints in guerdon given." From Albert's lips an answer came, By which the Christian band are known. He who the mild commandment gave, 'Love ye the strangers,' loved them well; He came not to destroy but save, Mercy to teach, and rage to quell. Peace is His word, His banner love, That fearful spot-the guilt of blood." A gentle hand-" My brother cease: Beam not upon his gloomy breast The words of tenderness and peace. Sealed by his crimes, that eye is dim; Preach to the rocks, but not to him." "Dear Izram, do not bar my word"With proud derision Gondolph heard, And laughed "Dear Izram'-' brother'. see How well may infidels agree! Scourge of the unbelieving mind, Briton, what mak'st thou here the while? And surely ye were worthier foe To cope with than this woman tribe. Slaves! 'neath the conquering bands of Spain, And millions were opposed to one : The trembling dastards lay in shoals; And trampled out their worthless souls. By the rude taunt to madness stung, Izram with brandished dagger sprung; On high the flashing weapon shone"To Cortez and the fiends begone!" Ere on the scowling foe he closed, Albert his fierce career opposed. "Izram, forbear; as thou would'st plead For mercy in thy dearest need, Slay not a soul."-" Now on thy life, Unloose thy hold, or dread the knife!" Foaming, he writhed, in wild disdain, Beneath that nervous grasp; in vain. Borne back a space by Albert's hand, He rallied to a desperate stand: With arm aloft, and breast to breast, Each in the grapple firmly stood; One movement-Izram's snowy vest Is dark with Albert's blood. Forth rushed the band: tumultuous swell The falling wrist :-to distance thrown, Was swiftly closed, and smoothly bound, And, on his lip the cordial poured, He breathed to life and sense restored. Wavers the chief, but who shall chain The treasure from the secret mine? While pondering yet, they hear the throng Of hurried footsteps wend along: The Mexicans in wrath surround A comrade, pale, disarmed, and bound. Few words the angry charge explain"Gondolph by Nepuel's dirk is slain." "I slew him not: let Izram hear, From justice I have nought to fear. Few moons have waned, since in a strife Almarez Gondolph saved my life From one of his own band: he gave Chastisement to the vaunting slave, And pardoned me; yet claimed a meed, And swore me at his hour of need, To succour him in turn: he came, A captive, doomed to die in shame. Pacing on guard before his cell, He saw me, and remembered well. He sought the boon, but had it led To flight or treason, ne'er had sped. Yielding, although I might not slay, I gave my dirk, and turned away: There lies the tyrant, grim in death, Leaving my fate to Izram's breath." Scarce on the ear his step could die, Calmly the towering form surveyed, The challenge gave-" Say, what art thou?" "Peace, Briton; hear, but answer not: I know thee; thou art firm and brave; Brief be my speech-a darksome blot Of treason taints this fatal cave. That royal youth,-thou lov'st him well,Speed him away, and time shall tell I counselled wisely let him go, My hand shall crush the darkling foe. Izram, secure in fancied power, Would fire the train ere ripe the hour. Bold boy! how wide that soul sublime Had flourished in a kindlier clime! Nurtured like fawn to lady dear, He dreamed not of the savage chase, Nor trembled when that note of fear Was borne amid his cowering race, "Nepuel, thou should'st have shunned his He gambolled with the hounds that drew sight: Justice hath sternly claimed her right. I censure, but the deed forgiveConfirm it friends, and bid him live." Dispersed the train; yet lingered nigh A chief, who looked on Izram's eye. "How likest thou Nepuel's tale? what meed, Save treason, could the Spaniard seek From such as he? a fouler deed Was pondered: it hath tongue to speak A bond in treachery alliedInfection may be spreading wide: Some brows are glooming here: I would Our step were free beyond the flood." He parted, and to Albert's ear Izram revealed his comrade's fear. "What meant he by the flood?"-" The wave That rolls around this island cave." His sportive step to grace their den, Curious their reeking fangs to view, Displayed his harmless pearls again, And tossed his budding antlers wide, In the free play of fearless pride. Thou seest in him a portrait fair Of Aztlan's hero-kings that were. Swells in his veins the current bold Of many a monarch, famed of old; Caziques, who battled, conquered, fell, Spurning the chain: in memory's cell He stores their deeds, with tales that dye The page of eastern chivalry: Thanks to the self-deluding foe, Who taught his martial fire to glow. Thus trained, he decks a dastard crew In his own spirit's ardent hue; And loth were I to break the charm, Till he be safe from treach'rous harm. His fiery nature could not brook In hollow hearts-they sound and shine, Of trial, they are winnowed bran :- 66 Stranger, I deem thy counsel good; But think'st thou of the circling flood? Izram for me shall ne'er betray His solemn trust, the secret way. Wounded, I could not swim the lake❞— "Proffer the drowsy cup to take: And Albert's tear had forced its way, And tyrants crouch in hopeless dread, Unveiled, reveals her countless dead. Through my young spirit chilling crept ; My veins have burned, mine eye hath wept, Dar'st thou ?”—“ I will."—" He seeks the cell; The impious harlot Babylon? Bold, honest Briton, fare thee well! Whate'er the victim's changeful lot, Albert and Xloti fail him not." Izram approached with panting breath; I cannot hate the ghastly dead: How farest thou now?"-" Alert and well, So sweet is the unfettered air"- Of morning sigh and midnight dream! Over their native stream, And midnight's silver beam; His quivering lip no more could say, With strong right hand her pride control, And on the wounded spirit peace?' Pale reason sheds her dubious light. I marked thee, while the kindling ire Fearless in narrowing circle moves, "Now say, wilt thou convey once more Thy comrade to the distant shore, If such it be? My lip could drain The sweet and drowsy cup again." "Would'st thou confide so far? confide In one whose hand thy blood hath dyed ?" "Aye; wherefore not? I trust thee well; Bring me the cup: the act shall tell." Izram arose, but lingered still- And ruling every fertile plain : Before thy gold's destructive gleam, His brow was stamped with solemn thought; One boon from thee: when passed the tide, Wilt thou, like faithful nurse, remain, Nor yield thy charge to other guide ?” "Forsake thee? no-though limb from limb Were rent, I would abide by him Who saved me, doubly saved, and bled”"Enough, my friend - the draught was sweet: Now let me pray, ere sense be dead; CANTO III. THERE comes a sound of waters dashing, A voice from nature's midnight tomb; And fast the silvery foam is flashing, In flakes of light athwart the gloom; The vampire bat his circuit wheels, Gliding amid the thorny brake; And where the poisonous gum congeals, The bloated toad from covert steals, Rousing the torpid snake. Nor aloe waves, nor towering palm, From clasping vines, bedew the moss; The ocotochtli's pathway cross. No gales of heaven, but vapours damp, Heavily through the dark trees breathe, And curling round the sullen swamp, Their noxious eddies wreathe. Hurled from a rock's black beetling brow, The fretful waters spin below: Deep, deep beneath the trembling ground, Giddily flies the whirlpool round; Nought but the light spray foaming high Again beholds the cheerful sky; Entombed within some caverned cell, They roar a hollow, stern farewell. Close on the verge of that buried tide, With cautious step two figures glide: Low tones of shuddering horror thrill— "This is no haunt for living men; Sepulchral damps my spirit chill, And nature faints, as powers of ill Presided o'er this murky glen." "Yes, I have led thee where the breath Of all that moves is fraught with death; Where adders thrive, and poisons wave, And rudely gapes the frowning grave. When tardy morn shall glimmer here, I'll show thee wilder forms of fear; Aye, show thee in how small a span May cluster every curse, but man, The master-curse: now strain thy sight, Pierce the foul mist, and mark the sky, A moment see the fitful light Flashing its blood-red column high: Volcanic fires: 'tis sweet to gaze At midnight on their lurid blaze, And here from sullen slumber rouse The tribes of death's dark treasure-house. Thou'lt chide me now"-" I'll rather weep, Powerless to heal."-" But prompt to soothe, Thou voice of hope, and soul of truth! Mark those cold waves with rapid sweep, In darkness born, to darkness leap, Yet glimmer as they go, in light That half illumes this dreary night. Hurried like them in shrouding gloom, From rayless birth to joyless doom, If Izram's soul one moment shine In its fell course, that gleam is thine. Yet wherefore link thy fate to one By Heaven disowned, by man undone? |