An Assembly of Evil Spirits.
Tho’ chang’d my cloth of gold for amice grey—[m]
In my spring-time, when every month was May,
With hawk and hound I cours’d away the hour,
Or sung my roundelay in lady’s bower.
And tho’ my world be now a narrow cell,
(Renounc’d for ever all I lov’d so well)
Tho’ now my head be bald, my feet be bare,
And scarce my knees sustain my book of prayer,
Oh I was there, one of that gallant crew,
And saw—and wonder’d whence his Power He drew,
Yet little thought, tho’ by his side I stood,
Of his great Foes in earth and air and flood,
Then uninstructed.—But my sand is run,
And the Night coming—-and my Task not done!—
’Twas in the deep, immeasurable cave
Of ANDES, echoing to the Southern wave,[n]
Mid pillars of Basalt, the work of fire,
That, giant-like, to upper day aspire,
’Twas there that now, as wont in heav’n to shine,
Forms of angelic mould, and grace divine,
Assembled. All, exil’d the realms of rest,
In vain the sadness of their souls suppress’d;
Yet of their glory many a scatter’d ray
Shot thro’ the gathering shadows of decay.
Each mov’d a God; and all, as Gods, possess’d
One half the globe; from pole to pole confess’d![1]
These in dim shrines and barbarous symbols reign,
Where PLATA and MARAGNON meet the Main.[o]
Those the wild hunter worships as he roves,
In the green shade of CHILI’S fragrant groves;
Or warrior-tribes with rites of blood implore,
Whose night-fires gleam along the sullen shore
Of HURON or ONTARIO, inland seas,[p]
What time the song of death is in the breeze!
’Twas now in dismal pomp and order due,
While the vast concave flash’d with lightnings blue,
On shining pavements of metallic ore,
That many an age the fusing sulphur bore,
They held high council. All was silence round,
When, with a voice most sweet yet most profound,
A sovereign Spirit burst the gates of night,
And from his wings of gold shook drops of liquid light!
MERION, commission’d with his host to sweep
From age to age the melancholy deep!
Chief of the ZEMI, whom the Isles obey’d,
By Ocean sever’d from a world of shade.[2]
I.
“Prepare, again prepare,”
Thus o’er the soul the thrilling accents’ came,
“Thrones to resign for lakes of living flame,
And triumph for despair.
He, on whose call afflicting thunders wait,
Has will’d it; and his will is fate!
In vain the legions, emulous to save,
Hung in the tempest o’er the troubled main;[q]
Turn’d each presumptuous prow that broke the wave,
And dash’d it on its shores again.
All is fulfill’d! Behold, in close array,
What mighty banners stream in the bright track of day!”
II.
“No voice, as erst, shall in the desert rise;[3]
Nor antient, dread solemnities
With scorn of death the trembling tribes inspire.
Wreaths for the Conqueror’s brow the victims bind!
Yet, tho’ we fled yon firmament of fire,
Still shall we fly, all hope of rule resign’d?”
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He spoke; and all was silence, all was night![r]
Each had already wing’d his formidable flight.
[1]
Gods, yet confess’d later.—Milton.——Ils ne laissent
pas d’en être les esclaves, & de les honorer plus que le grand
Esprit, qui de sa nature est bon.—Lafitau.
[2]
La plûpart de ces îsles ne sont en effet que des pointes
de montagnes; et la mer, qui est au-delà, est une vraie mer
Méditerranée. Buffon.
[3]
Alluding to the oracles of the Islanders, so soon to
become silent: and particularly to a prophecy, delivered down from
their ancestors, and sung with loud lamentations (Petr. Martyr, dec.
3. lib. 7) at their solemn festivals (Herrera. I. iii. 4) that the
country would be laid waste on the arrival of strangers, completely
clad, from a region near the rising of the sun. Ibid. II. S. 2. It is
said that Cazziva, a great Cacique, after long fasting and many
ablutions, had an interview with one of the Zemi, who announced to
him this terrible event (F. Columbus, c. 62), as the oracle of
Latona, according to Herodotus (II. 152) predicted the overthrow of
eleven kings in Egypt, on the appearance of men of brass, risen out
of the sea.
Nor did this prophecy exist among the Islanders alone. It influenced
the councils of Montezuma, and extended almost universally over the
forests of America. Cortes. Herrera. Gomara. ‘The demons, whom they
worshipped,’ says Acosta, ‘in this instance told them the truth.’