The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1878-11-06
SOMERSET. Pa WEDNESDAY. NOVEMBER s, 1878
But the SpaniSrj, never sated.
For 9lcher treasure seemed to pIas.

'rsiiAle the temple now,
Where the priestess used to offer,
Pssas-E vish Et,tres i1arsy bow.
In an Tie iaad the naughty spaniari
oppressed the people every one,
ana ihe.r cruel, hlrbrrou murders
Let 70 children o. ihe sun.
No priesicss zept the sacred temple,
No leweled sun shed his rays there.
No hres were kep; upon the altar,
And no one worshipped where
The hated cross was hoisted high
stead Of the resplenient sun,
And IL cold arms had prophesied
The deeds already done
fire. Of sacrifice we're kindlej,
Daily sone poor wretch would die,
Hours, nay moments, G!led with terror.
Every second heard cry
Wturg from ba0es and tender women
Bg the Spsnilrds' cruel hate,
" which ne thought Of Chrisiis religion,
Cries nor tears codld aught abaie.
y-iih the dust lay Aahuaiipa,
Wrapped the palace vas IN gloom.
Murdered was IFS royal brother.
And all Cazso seemed a tomb.
Eyery sentiment the Spaniard
Capable of giving birth
Was. ..There is gold hid in these mountain
We Viii wrench the secre:s forth.
And 5he pour, oppressed people,
Suffering in silence wrought.
But bringing forth ear,h's hidicn treasures
Never 10 them freedom brought.
IL ibere was one to hear their weeping,
Dove from his ancestral haua.
wise heart bicd freely for their bur dens,
atse tears tel fast az Cczco's walls.
BY hi silica lovely vision,
WIKI sweet subni ssion stood,
And ia her heart giowei such devotion.
As win shed unsought is blood.
Then she spake up, palpltatiag,
IL hsr bravery Of love:
"Mans5, chisfiain, In thine cyell3s;
Sees; b q Not the sun above?
awhile that .uu shines, Oh, despair not,
We are thc list of all our line,
Christ, the christians God, has tied. but
See, oacost g)d. sin doth shiu1
awake, my Nance. TO your du;y,
THOUSANDS cf faithful round Us lie
Arouse Them. 5I,nco, call the rally
Chase the : spaHia-ds hence or die -
a woman Twas feeble woman,
Spake that strong and noble word
Nance sprang afot sad listened,
AMI with soul in arms he heard.
Then % earth MS knees be beuded,
Kissed the hem Of Oeiio's robe,
F0rshipped her, then prayed the sun God
Pause his course arouad the globe.
To look on him and nerve with vigor,
Tlis poor last Of mas line,
Restore again the sacTs'i temples,
To show his fiery face benign.
Give him strength in every motion,
Nerve his heart with thews Of steel,
To force the naughty, cruel Spaniard
Before his brightness yet to kneei.
lie rose again Cad and strengthened,
Praised the fong hit standard sau,
Care the wsr cry 80 long silent,
Legious OF loyal soldiers run.
Soon again in state and princeIy,
He stands before Pizarro's gaze,
Clid in gold while royal jewe's
Glittered ia the suns bright rays
Two huad:el thousand brawny warriors,
FILLED the plain like great hoOd
Oi liquid gold and bristling lances
Z. = -
Here ard theri the crested chiefiains,
GIisjened ike thelight Of day,
While upon the royal standard
Brightest rays Of light lisplsy.
Like the sua upon a stormy
ARd anqgiet sunset sea.
Leaving br!shts track Of glory,
SO this army seemed 10 De.
From the ocean TO the mountain.
And upon the sandy plain,
Olittered Msncos tawny s,ldiers;
Ye, their hlpod sas shsd like rain.
Alls far Nanco time wasnever
When a IInce could take a gun.
And az distance 80 the Spsniari
Held the children Of tho sun.
Though performing deeds Of valor,
Such as never yet were told,
TheyGreB back before the Spanlard
Who had come 70 night for gold
Twice ntimes diI Nance Capae
Feel the force Of Spanish lead.
Twice ten times bis loyal army
Followed where theirchIeftain led.
Yet bis heart was never dsunted.
Never did he feel a fear,
First TO raise the royal standard,
First the enemy 20 hear.
First he was in every battle,
on his prancing chargers back.
RaIued his blows on Spanish helmets,
Never did his c0uTags lack.
\ nohia and grand incentive,
Love % country 10 him gave.
Wiling did he hight tosaye her,
ur hni a warriors h1nored grave.
Prite Of country drowned in vsngsfui
Tears of agoBiIed love,
When the word was breathless brought him,
That his pure AMI spoiless dove
Mama oelio, inspired prlestess,
worshipped, loved throughout the land,
In a dungeon was a prisoner,
Under dread Pisarro's hand.
Mama oelIo, she the glory
OF the las. Of Inea's race;
Could It be was she prisoner
In a ielon's hated place:
Mama Oello, fairest flower,
Holy pries.ess Of the sun,
Dearest treasure OF her Nance,
What ms that pure angel done:
To be dragged a helpl s. prisoner,
Into that msn 5 cruel hand.
Who betrayed her. Where the traitor:
Let him heefrom out the land.
Oh, my precious. purest, dearest.
Was poor Manco's heart-brOke cry.
Taken prisoner, but I'll save you
OR In doing viii die
Arouse arouse. All my bravsst.
Come. my stolen birlling save.
Come. on. quickly hasten, hasten,
Or dig here your Inea's grave.
Here me O, thou God OF fmornlng,
Give me back my snow white dove;
Biish, the Spaniarls and disp,rss them,
Give, Oh, give me back ny lsve,''
Mama Oello, sanity priesssss,
Well know thou prayes. nov.
Even In a dreary dungeon
Thy pure oul In prayer would bow.
Pray thou then for their confusion,
Fill them full Of dreld alarms,
Pray the God Of all our fathers.
Give thee back to Manco's arms.
In her dungeon Mama Oello,
Wept when there were none to see,
Ba. she could royal Inca,
Even IN a dungeon be.
Yet, though Queen, she was woman,
And she had wOnan's heart,
And she felt woman's sorrow,
Torn from her dear love apars.
Pale she grew, but still more lovely,
With mien more pure ami proud.
While the chains around her CALLED her.
Never Was her spirit e5wed.
Then PiEarro's minions told him,
Saying .'she Is very fair,
Ia her eyes the brighiesl sanshI ne,
Darkest mlin.ght Il her hair
Thea he smiled once AMI c0mmandei
That the urfs1uer bc led there: