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A TALE OF PARAGUAY.


VI.

 Alas, it was no medicable grief
 Which herbs might reach! Nor could the juggler's power
 With all his antic mummeries bring relief.
 Faith might not aid him in that ruling hour,
 Himself a victim now. The dreadful stour
 None could escape, nor aught its force assuage.
 The marriageable maiden had her dower
 From death; the strong man sunk beneath its rage,
And death cut short the thread of childhood and of age.

VII.

 No time for customary mourning now;
 With hand close-clench'd to pluck the rooted hair,
 To beat the bosom, on the swelling brow
 Inflict redoubled blows, and blindly tear
 The cheeks, indenting bloody furrows there,
 The deep-traced signs indelible of woe;
 Then to some crag, or bank abrupt, repair,
 And giving grief its scope infuriate, throw
The impatient body thence upon the earth below.