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When India's leader o'er the fighting crew 

 A glance of grief and rage indignant threw. 

 At his stern look and animating cry, 

 The startled soldiers turn around, and spy 

 Where to a single combatant oppos'd, 

 Iberia's files the matchless foe enclos'd; 

 As visionary phantoms take their flight 

 At the first dawning of the^ sacred light ; 

 As the first error fills with wild alarms 

 The man whom genuine love of honour warms ; 

 As they who fly when danger threatens near, 

 While night redoubling every cause of fear 

 Conceals their shame, but when Aurora springs, 

 And on their burning brows detection flings. 

 By indignation fir'd, and generous shame, 

 Undaunted rally, and the combat claim. 

 Thus Araucania started from her trance. 

 Thus the keen lightning of the lifted lance 

 To the horizon gleam'd ; while all around 

 The dusty fields their thund'ring march resound ; 

 And, pealing to the skies, from wing to wing, 

 Unnumber'd choirs the hymn of battle sing. 

 While echo sends around, with mimic breath. 

 The solemn vow of conquest, or of death. 



As with tremendous shock the battles join'd, 

 And shouts of onset fiU'd the passing wind, 

 The mighty Oro's lance like thunder past 

 Brave Paynaguala's breast, who breath'd his last. 

 Caupolican observ'd him as he stood, ^ 

 Proudly exulting o'er the scene of blood. 

 And aim'd a downright blow, blit sidelong swung 

 His pond'rous mace, which laid the knight along ; 

 His batter'd helm return'd a sullen sound. 

 And blood and brains came gushing through the wound. 

 A second foe unknown his truncheon sped, 

 By many blows subdu'd among the dead. 

 With dinted helm, and batter'd sides he lay, 

 Breathing in mortal pangs his soul away. 

 Mighty Ongolmo, with Iberia's lord. 

 Met in the mortal conflict, sword to sword ; 

 His mutilated hand Ongolnao mourns : 

 To find anothçr foe Valdivia turns, 



