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THE LUCAYAN'S SONG.
1 HAIL, lonely shore! hail, desert cave!
2 To you, o'erjoyed, from men I fly,
3 And here I'll make my early grave ....
4 For what can misery do but die?
5 Sad was the hour when, fraught with guile,
6 Spain's cruel sons our valleys sought;
7 Unknown to us the Christian's wile,
8 Unknown the dark deceiver's thought.
9 They said, that here, for ever blest,
10 Our loved forefathers lived and reigned;
11 And we, by pious fondness prest,
12 Believed the flattering tales they feigned.
13 But when we learnt the mournful truth ....
14 No, I'll the horrid tale forbear:
15 For on our trusting, blighted youth,
16 My brethren, who will drop a tear!
17 Thou treasure of these burning eyes,
18 Where wave thy groves, dear native isle?
19 Methinks where yon blue mountains rise,
20 'Tis there thy precious valleys smile!
21 Yes .... yes .... these tears of joy that start,
22 The softly-soothing truth declare:
23 Thou whisperest right, my beating heart ....
24 My loved regretted home is there!
25 But then its trees that wave so high,
26 The glittering birds that deck each grove,
27 I cannot, cannot hence descry,
28 Nor, dearer far, the forms I love.
29 Yet still the winds that cool my brow,
30 And o'er these murmuring waters come,
31 A joy that mocks belief bestow;
32 For sure they lately left my home.
33 Then deeply I'll the breeze inhale,
34 To life it yet imparts one joy,
35 Methinks your breath has filled the gale,
36 My faithful love, my prattling boy!
37 My prattling boy, my beauteous wife!
38 Say, do you still my name repeat,
39 And only bear the load of life
40 In hopes that we once more may meet!
41 My love! in dreams thou still art nigh,
42 But changed and pale thou seemest to be;
43 Yet still the more thou charmest my eye,
44 I think thee changed by love for me: ....
45 While oft, to fond remembrance true,
46 I see thee seek the sparkling sand,
47 In hopes the little bark to view
48 That bears me to my native land.
49 But never more shall Zama's eye
50 Her loved returning husband see,
51 Nor more her locks of ebon dye
52 Shall Zama fondly braid for me.
53 Yet still, with hope chastised by fear,
54 Watch for my bark from yonder shore,
55 And still, my Zama, think me near,
56 When this torn bosom throbs no more.
57 Yet surely hope, each day deceived,
58 At length to daring deeds will fire;
59 The Spaniard's tale no more believed,
60 My fate will fearful doubts inspire.
61 And then, blest thought! across the main
62 Thou'lt haste, thy injured love to find,
63 All danger scorn, all fears disdain,
64 And gladly trust the waves and wind.
65 Ha! even now the distant sky
66 Seems by one spot of darkness crost;
67 Yes, yes, a vessel meets my eye! .....
68 Or else I gaze in phrensy lost!
69 It hither steers! ........ No .... beating breast,
70 Too well I see what bade thee glow;
71 The sea-bird hastening to its nest,
72 To taste a joy I ne'er shall know.
73 Moment of hope, too bright to last,
74 Thou hast but deepened my despair;
75 But woe's severest pangs are past,
76 For life's last closing hours are near.
77 'T was morn when first this beach I sought,
78 Now evening's shadows fill the plain;
79 Yet here I've stood entranced in thought,
80 Unheeding thirst, fatigue, or pain.
81 'T is past .... I faint ... my throbbing brow
82 Cold clammy drops I feel bedew;
83 Dear native shore! where art thou now? ....
84 Some Spaniard shuts thee from my view.
85 Monster, away! and let me taste
86 That joy in death, in life denied!
87 Still let me o'er the watery waste
88 Behold the hills which Zama hide!
89 Alas! I rave! no foe is near;
90 'T is death's thick mist obscures my sight;
91 Those precious hills, to memory dear,
92 No more shall these fond eyes delight!
93 But sent from thee, my native shore,
94 Again that precious breeze is nigh ....
95 Zama, I feel thy breath once more,
96 And now content, transported, die!
