Indian festival for victory--Old Warrior brought in wounded--
Recognises his long-lost son, and dies--Discovery--Conclusion
with the Old Warrior's funeral, and prophetic oration by the
Missionary.
The morn returns, and, reddening, seems to shed
One ray of glory on the patriot-dead.
Round the dark stone, the victor-chiefs behold!
Still on their locks the gouts of gore hang cold!
There stands the brave Caupolican, the pride
Of Chili, young Lautaro, by his side!
Near the grim circle, pendent from the wood,
Twelve hundred Spanish heads are dripping blood.
Shrill sound the notes of death: in festive dance,
The Indian maids with myrtle boughs advance; 10
The tinkling sea-shells on their ancles ring,
As, hailing thus the victor-youth, they sing:--